POEM

I wanna drink
From the hairy goblet of
Luuuuuurve,
Like the stars
From up
Abuuuuuurve,
Baybeh!

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:punk:

:punk: is the only way to describe it.

i am understandin how to live.

I am sick and tired of polyester hotpants
On fat women
Standin in the changin room
At selfridges, askin their husbands
If they want a blowjob
In the fittin room.
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I m sick and tired of the muted mind sex masturbation
In the bars
On alexander st , city centre
And the pretty blonde girls and their
Stares.
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I am sick and tired of dora the explorer
And her sick and twisted
Empire of greed
And the hold she has
On my kids
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Iam sick and tired of the beatles
And the rollin stones
And the who
And the so called
English invasion
That never lasted.
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I am sick and tired of pop culture
And toned arses
And silicon tits
And callogen lips
And botox in furrows
And lypos in buttocks
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I am sick and tired of salaries
And boss' complaints
With their endless forms
And regulations
And instructions.
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I am sick and tired of the retro look and feel
And nineteen seventys
Haircuts
Like the the seventys were somethin
To aspire to.
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I am sick and tired of poetry
And its touchy feely
I am in touch with my f'uckin emotional baggage
Sixteen year old goth girl caterin face
And i wont have it anymore!!

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The last one is fun!

Please keep up the beat.

looking for white crows.

as the darkness bleeds dawns mournfull red
i seek solace with ghosts and things i must become.
or as the trees grasp with heartless hands
to a sun at pains to breast,
they whisper to me, yearning, on the breeze
in dandelion clock daydreams.

or when the snow lies thick and unbroken
i wallow, alone yet vibrant in a young man's desolation.
and im bewitched by themes and phantoms
of the child my past holds captive

the heavenly feelings i loathe to forget
where time relents and turns its back.
as i pass through life
fated to pass through worms.
i seek solace in the arms of a fierce and violent sorrow.

and yet as i applaud my harrowing madness
i grow and draw sorrow from my growth.
must eyes, made jewels by a moonset's bright,
fixate and lose their light?
for i know i must forfeit my life
and languish amidst the ruins forever.

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Flamejob:
This is seems very complicated and intricate. I like how you described your feelings in this. Keep writing!
--Jen

I agree, very complicated, but at the same time so mysterious. THe title gives the idea of mystery because we all know a crow is black...it drove me into wanting to read, I liked it a lot. It has a lot of power in it. PLease post more. -Emz-

take her down.

take her down to the river
take her down to the sea
let the bullyboys stare
at her braided hair
but never a glance from me.

take her down to the ocean
take her down to the sands
and on the shore
we'l stroll once more
stones rifled from our hands

gentle was her lover
tall as a summer tree
quiet like a mouse
he came to this house
and stole normality.

broken all the windows
splintered all the chairs
love, like a knife
ran through my life
and the blood ran down the stairs.

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im still here

bump
for the
chump.

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