Poetry
He Had It Coming
You call off the search before the body’s unearthed.
You know of its resting place yet you are silent.
You call off the search, citing impossible circumstances.
But what do they do? They follow the silent whore.
Chasing the sound of a Siren at work.
Only you could have purged his demons.
Yet you threw away the key.
You had a knack for condemning a true lover.
Sending them to the gallows for terminal affection.
Alas, not even a pitiful tear wet your steely eyes,
as you pulled the lever stiffening the rope
with a deafening crack. And you laughed.
You still laugh to this day. “He had it coming”
You dare say.
When the Clocks Run Down the Crazy Comes Out
A simple rhyme for a simple mind.
It was the happiest and saddest moment of my summer
All in one sitting with you, My happiest and saddest.
The excitement of your smile brought on one of my own
A truly exquisite feeling, which no other can come close
Still in my broken mind, a time bomb awaits a trigger
When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure
BY: Hopeless Romantic
I Am America
I would like to lighten the mood this time ’round by letting you all see my FIRST ever graded poetry assignment. Okay sure, it’s not my FIRST EVER POEM. But it is the first one that my Sophomore English teacher allowed the students to have free reign and didn’t limit our vocabulary by allowing us to vent frustrations in the form of profanity if need be –only if it was used appropriately and not simply taking advantage of the opportunity– . The topic was “being an American” and what that specifically meant to you. Here is my version
I am America
I have the right to be free
The right to be me
No limits on what I say
If they try I’ll make them pay
No matter what you do,
The president won’t give a damn about you
I am free
No one will take it from me
You don’t believe me?
Then look at all the people in Iraq dying
Or, coming home to see their family crying
What’s a life to him but another dime?
He says he gives people everything but never any time
I am free
No democracy for me
Because dying for him is like a sin
I am an American
Free to roam the lands
Free to graze the sands
Free to break the laws as I choose
He can’t tell me what to do
No matter where or when
I won’t condescend
Not for his government
I’d rather pitch a tent
Or live in Willow Glen
I won’t give in
Not for him
Fighting for a nickel off the gas price?
He’s skating on thin ice
As a kid I watch the bombs falling,
Troops crawling
Dodging another bullet
It’s bullshit
Risking their lives for a guy
Who just watches his country die
Working for him is like rolling a pair of dice
You either get the Snake Eyes or you score a six twice
Nothing more to say
I realized I was free today.
I am an American
Sometimes the Past Hurts More than the Crash
No longer in control. With every attempt to escape, the dark passenger refuses to fold. Lost in a daze through a mind turned maze. Every corner a new face, thought to be erased; a fresh ping of desire, one more log in the fire. Though no light breaks the seal, the burning sensation is soon revealed. The past becomes present. My future; non-existent.