I thought this should come with a warning label. I've written, like, five poems in my life time? I'm not a fan, but I feel like writing and I'm listening to Arcade Fire's songs and they're so inspirational, but my ideas aren't large enough for a story, so I'm going to do poems instead.
I feel like I've been living in/
A city with no children in it/
A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside/
Of a private prison/
- City With No Children, Arcade Fire
My biggest inspiration.
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Where have all the children gone?
Shadows stand five foot tall
While the holder is still under three.
Pressure existing in our very bones since birth
To succumb to modern beliefs
Of acting more than you are.
Short skirts now shower adults
While youth is finding their 'calling.'
Why must we know ourselves
A few years off from birth
When those since passed are remembered on a stone.
Schools give a wide range of lessons
While things fail that are failed to be taught.
Choosing: a life lesson only learned by doing.
Doing: a life lesson only learned by failing.
Sleeping on gated blankets,
He has no clue
The pain and suffering he must go through.
Opposite Shore - Tribute to Japan
We're sitting idle, staring at each other from our opposite shores.
Our eyes are closed, feeling the sand beneath our feet
Watching the wind hit our loosely threaded trees.
Peaking at your sleeping soul, I see a startled expressing sweep your face.
You rise from your slumber and stare at the ground below you.
I open my eyes, not afraid to let you know I'm watching.
Suddenly you fall and the sea that separates us stirs,
Your side more than mine.
The ocean starts to run, and I stand, not completely sure what to do.
You start to run away but are no match for the sea.
His large foot steps on your back
Pushing you lower into the earth.
I'm screaming, afraid that it'll come to me next,
But he settles down and falls back between us,
Desolving into its floor.
Your body lays stuck in the sand.
No wind to move the trees on your sparkling head,
No houses planted on your belly.
The life in your eyes has drifted;
Not even the sun can put a shine to your iris,
But I wait, for sleeping isn't the same without you.
I WANT THE IPAD 2.
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