Last American Love StoryLast American Love Story11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Havoc fizzing inconspicuously in a can of Cherry Coke,
They sit in a parking lot, thirty dollars broke.
Humming to the tune of Bohemian Rhapsody,
in a black Trans Am, in the apple core of this suburbanite dream.
Half empty box of Lucky Strikes sleeping on the floor;
and a set of fuzzy dice watching over her.
80 miles an hour, keeping up the pace,
a boy in Wisconsin has a picture of her face.
She said she'd be there about half past eight,
so silently he blows smoke rings while he patiently waits.
Quarter till nine, she reaches his front door.
They greet eachother slightly, until she implores.
"I have quite a surprise for you," she slyly addressed.
Slowly, she showed him to the car, smiling at her best.
She opened the trunk, and pulled out a device.
He hesitated a bit, and said, "Oh, that looks nice."
Atop it, a red button brightly adorned,
but the truth beneath it rapidly was born.
"I know how to prove everything which is right."
He didn't understand, but listened with all his might.
The Holding HoursWhen she drinks a littleThe Holding Hours10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She dies a little on the inside.
She cries a little
For the unborn children she knows will never come:
The worm that rots the apple of her eye.
These are the golden hours...
The molding hours,
The holding hours.
These are the Holding Hours,
But they are not for you.
Infested to the core,
She takes down another bottle,
Keeping a rythm in her feet:
tap, tap, trip-tumble-flap.
A rushing sensation
Of ground hard against her ass.
Laughing and stumbling along
To the bedroom.
Covered in flowing red scarves that make her feel beautiful...
I see right through you.
We all die alone
In the Holding Hours.
The bed of truth awaits her.
She sits so proper...
Buckle my shoe.
She's a whore.
His arms, warm and solid with no remorse.
Her painted red lips
Are smeared across her face.
What happened to all your plans, pretty woman?
They faded, didn't they?
Into dark blue blurbs?
Get it out of me tonight.
Take this demon from my s
High School MindsHigh School Minds By L. Andrew R. (September 8, 2004)High School Minds10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is so ugly. All those hours she spends trying to look good don't pay off
Why won't he notice me?
He's such a nerd
I just wanna be the best that I can be
She's such a fat heifer. No wonder she's bulimic
I gotta lose weight to be beautiful, no matter what I have to do
I can't believe that tough guy is so nice to her
Why do I have to be a jerk all the time?
That Goth girl is so weird
I wish they would just accept me
Wow, that wheelchair makes him look ridiculous
Why can't I be treated like everyone else?
I can't believe the cheerleader won't sleep with him, lets kick her off the team
I guess Ill have to sacrifice what I believe to stay on the team
Choir and theater? You're a guy, what the hell are you thinking?
I guess I'll have to stay away from what I love so people will like me
You're just going to leave her? You said you loved her
I can't deal with the commitment; she will be fine without me
He deserves jail. How cou
I Too Have Seen The Greatest..I Too Have Seen the Greatest Minds of My Generation by L. Andrew R. (February 2004)I Too Have Seen The Greatest..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Allen Ginsberg once said, "I saw the best minds of my generation…"
He spoke of the ravages of his generation in the 50s.
But in this year, in this day,
In my contemporaries,
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation,
Dashed against the rocks that we refer to as the "teen years".
I have seen them fall into the darkness from the light that they were raised to embrace.
I have seen my generation crumble under the weight of these years.
The greatest years of one's life become a vicious cycle of drugs, alcoholism, sex, and violence before these great minds know the power of addiction, the pain of the bottle, what it is to love, and the meaning behind violence.
I too have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I have seen the degradation of friendship from someone that one can trust unconditionally into comrades of circumstance and meaningless b
Our AmericaOur America11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raped on the hood of a car.
The only thing left is an unborn child.
She's walking to the clinic to the kill the memory.
10 advocates ruin the plan.
Not only killing her but the cause too.
Waiting in a smoky bar.
Will you get lucky tonight?
9 wrapped in your pocket
Bet you cant believe she's underage.
Standing on the street corner.
Patient for a trick.
Trying to make what you're doing okay.
8 year old son at home.
But you're getting paid.
Lying in the street.
Lay-offs got real bad.
Sleeping with your family under the 540 bridge.
7 lives lost in a budget cut.
Work is hard to find.
In jail for life on a false crime.
Admitted a murder you didn't commit.
The FBI convinced you that you did something wrong.
6 more fights in a prison cell.
The government are the heroes.
Bombing in a city street.
Blame it on the Muslims.
Have to find a scapegoat one way or another.
5 more sivilians dead.
Media lies about Islam once again.
Let us rejoice.
We handled everything.
But why are people sti
Sin City Or BustSin City Or Bust11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There aren't many steps in the waltz of death.
Only a mix of aimless desperadoes,
and a shrapnel of hopeless hope.
Begininng's end's beginnings,
for those who never learned to cope.
We get too used to the smell of ignorance intertwined in a lie,
and use it as the culprit, for us to get by.
Writings scribbled on the bathroom stalls,
an idiot savant with illiterate drawls;
and for you they're travesties,
I view them more as modern day Socrates.
And I, myself get lost in the numbness and psychedelia.
Like a Kennedy to a Centerfold, I disappear into rebellion.
Like monsters in a little girl's dream,
I haunt like a benevolent phantom.
This race I supposedly come to stalk,
is more like a drug trip per annum.
And I'm seeing more than I should be,
these shadows are making me frenetic.
Suddenly I hear voices screaming in my head,
like a paranoid schizophrenic.
Dazed, confused, and far from sober,
I pick up where I left, it's far from over.
So, I recover the pieces, how my demons beg us.