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Half-Assed poems I'm using for my class:
“Perspective”
Its different on the floor.
Miles of cheap carpeting,
A barren, beige wasteland.
Ancient furniture monoliths,
Towering over the forlorn plains.
The vent blowing cold air.
An arctic wind moving the dust bunnies.
Roaming mastodons of
the bedroom-floor era.
“Martini Legionnaires”
The plastic sword,
Stripped of it's olive medallions,
Lays slain next to it's many brethren.
The car keys jingle, the door slams shut.
Death rolls on wheels tonight.
“Untitled”
“I love you.”
She said.
“Goodbye.”
I replied.
Two months wasted.
With thoughts of
Shattered innocence.
(I can't say it.)
Carnal desire
(I want to say it.)
A smoldering touch of
Indecipherable emotion.
(Can I say it?)
A mixing of nostalgia,
Bitter sweet for times long past.
(I used to say it.)
Before the turn
Onto this rocky avenue.
This never was,
Nor could be,
What either wants.
“Goodbye.” I replied.
(I can't.)
“Perspective”
Its different on the floor.
Miles of cheap carpeting,
A barren, beige wasteland.
Ancient furniture monoliths,
Towering over the forlorn plains.
The vent blowing cold air.
An arctic wind moving the dust bunnies.
Roaming mastodons of
the bedroom-floor era.
“Martini Legionnaires”
The plastic sword,
Stripped of it's olive medallions,
Lays slain next to it's many brethren.
The car keys jingle, the door slams shut.
Death rolls on wheels tonight.
“Untitled”
“I love you.”
She said.
“Goodbye.”
I replied.
Two months wasted.
With thoughts of
Shattered innocence.
(I can't say it.)
Carnal desire
(I want to say it.)
A smoldering touch of
Indecipherable emotion.
(Can I say it?)
A mixing of nostalgia,
Bitter sweet for times long past.
(I used to say it.)
Before the turn
Onto this rocky avenue.
This never was,
Nor could be,
What either wants.
“Goodbye.” I replied.
(I can't.)