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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 6:26 am
(I'd have to say one of my favorite poems...)
Cold, dark walks down the street light
Hiding in my mind just to feel right
I can see her caught on both sides
She’s an angel in the badlands, lover in the streetlight
Is she real or just so in my eyes?
I know this isn’t so bad
No problems to medicate or defend
No one’s listening to a no one like me
That’s just how it is in the world of today
When no one really cares if you’re still okay
As I trod down Main Street past all the other lonelies
Bumping uglies isn’t so obscene
I try to look away, but the filth just keeps repeating
And the only girl worth my time
Is lost inside my mind
I know this isn’t too sad
Just lack of luck on my part
No one’s looking at a no one like me
That’s just how it is in the world of today
When no one really cares if you’re still okay
And as I stop off at the Casey’s
To see about a cure for my hunger
I see her in uniform
She’s asks, “Is that all for you?”
And it feels like a bad time for a pick up line
I know this isn’t too hard
Just lack of balls on my part
No one’s wishing for a no one like me
That’s just how it is in the world of today
When no one really cares if you’re still okay
And no one ever knows if I’m really okay
They never ask to see how my life’s been today
But I guess that’s just okay
Cause I’m sick of all this depravation
So I live alone in this world of over population
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:16 pm
different but nice job over all
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 10:26 pm
Yay I get to criticise. Well first off you suck and your mother dresses you funny. No wait my mother dresses me funny. Man I suck. emo
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 7:34 pm
the first three stanzas are ******** delicious. i love the imagery, i love this girl, i love this world you live in. however, the next four stanzas leave me feeling a little lost, like the statement made by this poem could be condensed a bit maybe. i almost feel like you could take the first three stanzas, and stick that last stanza underneath it, and ta da there's your poem... well, i don't really know... i think it's th 5th stanza that throws things off a bit, actually, it's kind of like um what? do you know what i'm saying?
anyway, sorry about my random stream-of-consciousness posting. i wouldn't be surprised if it didn't make sense at all; i have ADD. lol
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