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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dad: 3 of 100
It's your birthday Dad But you don't know it It's not a celebration though Or a memorial A commemoration? I don't think so. It's just another day without you. You thought we wouldn't notice But we do. It's just these sort of memories That I could do without. Or didn't you know it? The sun is shining brightly- Autumn is almos... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Race: 2 of 40
Hipster Some people call me a hipster Love-all drifter And I am Because I like the fags The negras and the peckerwood lefties But they don't know I love my racists hatemonger Christian sobs as well. In the dark who cares if you bow to jesus or Darwin Suffer you so like us all and that's what makes us Brothers and Sisters I l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 12 of 165
Unrequited she calls him, the tart! sometimes all day long incessantly to run away with her just give up leave it with you all and tomorrow a mad obsession and a love affair offering peace and a final escape from the wheel, from time, and a doomed and miserable existence or one more day her voice is cool gentle deception alw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insomnia: 17 of 166
Sleep Child Sleep child Put it off till the sun shines Bright and unforgiving The morning merciless comes inquires of you: Where went your soul? Wake child whoever said not to let the sun come shining while you are still awake? Yes, it's a bad idea- the worst. And I say: Forgive me Lord for I have sinned. And I say: Forgive ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child: 17 of 165
Maybe the saddest thing I've lived through so far Was watching a beautiful little bald-headed Seven-year-old boy Dying of leukemia. He threw up on me once While I slept beside him And in the morning we had a puppet show. He had several puppets and somehow I envied him. I went to school that day after being at His house for a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Brief encounters: 2 of 10
On Broad Street the girls walk by Pretty, in blue dresses With lights flashing: Go Now You. Pretty-saunter high heels thin-strapped And the cop says, What are you doing? Turn it up then, back of my pocket A ticket in hand for the show. October has a way of turning your head Kicking you in the teeth. You pick yourself up from... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This is now: 11 of 47
Throw it out Simple, soft, and heartfelt My heart and home Sit back soft green In the early After noon Six or ten With a blue speck sunshine Lone evening with a cool Sunset, zipper-down late night Easy begotten And don't forget the winged-tip seashell sensation Never looking back Saint Earnest in early blossoms Heartbeats, e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emptiness: 50 of 200
Barefoot and Mostly Naked He sits at the edge of a dark Lonely place Wondering if a soul In this world is Thinking of him Worries over him Or Cares He figures Not so much, and It is only reasonable Fair and just That this is the Way it should be. Nighttime comes Mercury Moonrise Venus, then Mars Now the other two- Jupiter an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Individuality: 26 of 100
belonging I belong to no one No man No woman No god No government No master No peoples No church No cause No vice No soul No self I belong to no one Try not to forget it More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Existence: 35 of 129
It's Getting Late I Think The thing is Excess That keeps us alive Or that gives us Life Imbues meaning And sometimes Kills us But that is the glory And the meaning And what makes us Human The People The Beloved of Nature God's precious gift And the blasphemy And all that is holy And, if you like, corrupt But especially, Beau... More..