| Everyone's a Poet (well im trying to find myself through my poetry and shit.. tacky yes, saves me from boredom? a little)) --damn im bored... bored and stupid... |
| Requiem For Bullshit by Nate Mecija Remnants of what was now forgotten Lay in eyes descended from the sky. Remaining only memories once Will rot in golden ashes on high. The sun from north to south set Hatred into those not weary The day droops into soft Sounds of screams lost searing. Yet, life went on. It goes on. It will go on To remember a day forlorn. The day when all was green with guilt But fell when Tuesday Morn'd. |
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| Tears by Loretta Estalilla Unspoken words flow through a sea of tears Trickling memories of joy and strife Droplets form from fleeting laughter and fears Reflecting emotions and views of life These crystal rags absorb anguish and pain Leaving more than an image of weakness Each falling tear gives rise to a new gain With strength and knowledge to achieve your best Tears wash away grief cause by another Showing the heart to accept what must be After tears fall there is no more bother For tension is released when tears are free Wanting to be heard makes crying the toll Acceptance is felt by flooding the soul |
| Blue Collars and Sun Kissed Tans by Nathan Jackson A slave to dimes and dead presidents was Jim Johnson, the working man And day by day he worked until the sun had left him tan. He dreamed and hoped for a better life, to shed his stifling blue collar. He boasted and bragged as he slaved away that one day the dollar would holler. And he'd answer the cry he said with pride, he'd embrace fortune in his weathered hands, He would dance with fortune as if she were a fair maiden Oh what plans, what plans, what plans! How he loathed the rich and famous, and despised the well-to-do For he knew one day he'd surpass them all and his life would start anew. Of course he payed his dues with time, wrinkles and gray hair His pockets at long last were filed but inside his soul lay bare. He gazed out upon the sunburst of the endless summer sky And for the first time he realized that his life ahd passed him by. Jim had saved his money, long stored away and ignored his dandelions Paid no mind to the gifts that made life worth living and from his prison of prosperity He sighed. Jim slumped his forehead on the icy bars of greed And as the sun melted from his eye slept in his bed of wants and needs. That night had marked the end of days for Jim Johnson was now a rich man, But his last dreams were spent on better days gone by of Blue Collars and Sun Kissed tans. |