newagecarny Was Here Two Weeks Ago Age: 33 Gender: Female Posts: 42495
June 2nd, 2006 at 10:19am
He waits on the bus stop of his dismissal;
Fouled, shivering palms squeeze the bottle
Filled with high amount of artificial remedy.
He ended up the same dirtbag his father was.
Yet his inspiration bloomed despite the naked branches,
Raped by the raging, furious, february wind.
This year Valentines Day left him stranded
On shores of decapitated seagulls and sharp sand.
This catholic wants help from no god.
He only craves an oasis of little privilege. Boy, you seemed to know it all too well,
Still you trust ethanol to take you to a better place.
Wow, that was different, You word choice was kind of wierd, but so was the poem, so it worked well. I liked how you used sets of adjectives, not just one, it had a nice effect. Great job.