Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | June 5th, 2006 at 04:07pm These long poem titles are getting a little annoying lol.
The actual title for this is
Hippie Propaganda Movements On The Corners Of Red-Light Districts.
Night-time always feels like an apocalypse in the city.
Smog-choked claustrophobia. You can only see the stars
through a telescope that's bent around a skyscraper
unstitching the beauty of the night with concrete claws.
We're planting cement seeds in our metropolitan sleep.
Contradictory hypocrites who lay on suburban pillows
and dream Hollywood-drugged illusions of escaping.
It's modern mitigation, suburban euphoria, LSD lies.
Anesthetic methods of pacifying anxiety attacks.
Exhausts send up smoke signals under anemic moonlight.
Carbon monoxide poisoning that scrapes crevices in the sun,
carving distress signals for ignorant causes long forgotten.
Screening our existence with our impending demise, we'll make
drama from disaster, drain the marrow from our own misery
and create skeleton artwork in recreation. Modern memorabilia.
Perishing in petroleum flames, we'll leave trails to history.
We always wanted to be remembered for something. This could be it.
And dawn always unveils ephemeral crazes to the city.
Commercial ploys for greed-soiled wealth, status symbols
that shimmer like Olypmic medals but weigh like pride.
Materialistic impulses are easy to dictate with these kinds
of leaders; toddlers in business suits, strangled with ties.
Morals and ideologies absorbed and memorised from adverts.
Our idyllic mentors are anorexic and vain, upper-class prostitutes.
Model citzens in the most perverted redefinition of the phrase.
But we all love a little tack and scandal in this twisted century.
I can't help but wonder where the new world exists in this.
It was a promise that never came. Like the dawning of a truth;
pushed to the back of a stubborn mind for a collection of
more fashionable, closer fitting, slightly rotting lies.
The hippie movement fell into alleyway puddles eras ago.
Remnants only remain in recollections under moonlit naivety. |
davey jones.
Falling In Love With The Board
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Posts: 7018
  | June 5th, 2006 at 04:09pm 
*LOVES IT*
UBERLICIOUS, BABY.  |
wait_what
Geek
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Posts: 411
| June 5th, 2006 at 04:21pm I don't think it's possible for you to ever write a bad poem.  |
newagecarny
Was Here Two Weeks Ago
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Posts: 42495
| June 5th, 2006 at 04:44pm wait_what:I don't think it's possible for you to ever write a bad poem.
True. Too much experience  |
snowcherry
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 3912 | June 5th, 2006 at 04:52pm wait_what:I don't think it's possible for you to ever write a bad poem.
Yep, you couldn't do that. 
I love this one.
Looove it.
Love it.  |
FCPSITSGEPGEPGEPanda
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 2921
| June 5th, 2006 at 05:45pm It's so good I want to lick it. That's right, lick it. I'M NOT CRAZY! XDDD  |
Last Kennedy Alive
Geek
Age: -
Gender: -
Posts: 324 | June 5th, 2006 at 05:55pm Hardcore Panda!!1:It's so good I want to lick it. That's right, lick it. I'M NOT CRAZY! XDDD
yeah, you're fucking crazy and yeah, poem is so fucking good
you are getting an A+ |
Peter Petrelli
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 4161 | June 6th, 2006 at 06:21am It blew me away. Now, that doesn't happen very often, but I was really blown away.
I think I want it.
Aggghhh. You're getting too good at this. |
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | June 6th, 2006 at 11:45am Wow!
Thank you guys.
And to think I struggled with this one!
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What's in a name?
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 2451
| June 6th, 2006 at 03:18pm Ella:wait_what:I don't think it's possible for you to ever write a bad poem.
True. Too much experience |
