THE DEEPEST PAIN
On February 22, 2012
by DAIZJHA
I’m tired of crying for you, saying goodbye to you
Why, why all this pain, shackles and chains?
Why did you leave, I feel that I need you please?
But I know I can’t have you
And still my body and soul pleads for you, begs for you
It’s hard to forget when I see that love
I want that, I need that, but I guess you’re long gone so you can’t see that
But why, why the goodbye, why did you lie?
Why did you cry when I rolled my eyes, what do you expect?
I’ve been let down too many times and still you’re the one who cries
But I am crying too because I want you
I would do anything just to hold you
But love is fake and so are you and I feel so dumb even writing about you
But that’s me, a kid, someone lost and abandoned, forgotten and oh so saddened
But when I see that face or hear that voice I can’t hate you, I must love you
Guess that’s how it is when love truly hits you.
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NATURE’S SWAGG
On February 22, 2012
by ROMELL
A tree bent over like its limboing,
Maybe it’s because the animals are having a chewing contest,
Bark on the tree looks like a dollar sign,
It could fake because I found a leaf stem that feels like a plastic vine,
Graffiti on the building doesn’t say much but has a lot of meaning,
The meaning is from someone with a held in bad feeling,
Canada snow shoes on the power line,
Pick my whole poem because it’s like a money line,
Old chewed up gum on the rail,
Reminds of the dark hole that I call my failures.
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ADAMS ST.
On February 22, 2012
by BRANDON H
Boys in black hoodies
Black Yankee caps with red lettering
Sporting Gray Nike Airs low tops
Black Dickies with the crease
Sagging deep, exposing their boxers,
Blunt smoke in the air, Newport smoke, and Kools
Shoes on the power lines, old Nikes and Jordans,
Sounds of Waka banging on the ground
Chevys, Cadillacs and Oldsmobiles
Candy red, blue and green
24’s, 28’s and 30 inch rims
Riding through the street fast
Hanging out with girls
Making them happy
Cursing out loud when they’re mad
Fighting over things
Kids running around
Dogs barking in the middle of the night
This is my block
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JUST ONE NIGHT
On February 22, 2012
by KYLA
Let me have just one chance, I promise I won’t rob thee.
With your eyes so bright and blue like the open sea.
Let me have just one chance, I promise I won’t lie.
In fact if I lift you off your feet you will surely fly.
Let me have just one chance, I promise you will see
That if you let me have this night you’ll fall in love with me.
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THE WOLF
On February 11, 2012
by ERIC
Demented creature, mind marks it in-depth with death. The innocent face engulfed in the canary eyes that leave an imprint in the darkness. Silence, then a barrage of growls preceding the departure of the departed. A forest radiating scarlet. A flash, then farewell pawprints in vision before being swept from the scene that never had dialogue, but demonstrated the circle of life. Violence, this hunter thought, can’t be compared to the shiniest trident. A thirst for hunger never quenched in the river’s silence. Tired of chasing meals, but finally trapped in tactics. An urge to disgorge prey, then emerge from a massacre of satisfaction.
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