Poem 1
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Wanting
illegal by all means
haunting
sometimes in my dreams
I lusted
for the physical
for the untrusted
The killer of my friends
the killer of my heart
the beginning of ends
the end of my art
So I sit and wonder
what shall I do?
would be a blunder
would be blue
I'd lose all that I serve
all that I have
all that I observe
Should I embrace
that which is hated most?
if I did
I'd forever be a ghost
From my friend he would say
"I can't believe you..
get away!"
So I will forget brittany fabor
forgive me my sunshine
and my behavior
Poem 2 (im quite proud of this)
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Mr Grimly
Mr Grimly lives in the ground
He has no friends - none that he's found
He has no future - he has no past
He sits and waits for the growing grass
He lives alone in a pit of despair
He's getting old - he's losing his hair
He has no wife - he has no relations
The hole he once dug gives him warmth and salvation
He knows of no laughter - he knows of no joy
He can't remember his parents from when he was a boy
He can’t speak English - he can’t speak German
He’s a little old man who likes to drink Bourban
He has a white fluffy beard which he trims every day
He does it himself - no money to pay
He sits and watches the birds in the sky
He’s getting old - he knows he’ll soon die
His clothes are full of patches and holes
With socks, made of wool to keep out the cold
Alone is he in his miserable life
Sitting alone with no kids and no wife
Theres just one thing he wants till he goes
So he packs up his things and wipes his cold nose
The rest of the world he plans to see
So he leaves his hole, the birds and the trees
Out of the woods and over a valley
He’s getting tired - his feet are smelly
He reaches a field full of shrubs and rough sand
He has cuts and scrapes on his fingers and hand
Walking alone down a dusty dirt track
All his posessions rest on his back
Expecting to see many wonderous things
He walks down the track as he whistles and sings
He stops in wonder as he sees something pretty
Gigantic and grey - he sees a big city
He enters the streets - he enters the pit
The walkways are covered in graffitti and spit
Hurt by this jungle of sounds and distress
All of the people and buildings and mess
All of the garbage these people create
This great big town of pollution and hate
In shock and in grief - Is this really it?
By a havocing car Mr Grimly is hit
They do nothing to help - no one could care
He just weeps and moans and lies there
Lying in pain he is crying and bleeding
A helping hand is all that he’s needing
They live in a city of taste and despair
Grimly just had to stand up and leave there
Ignoring this mess as he wimpers in pain
The ways of these people - it drives him insane
Running back home as he staggers and slips
The hot burning sun forming cracks on his lips
Up the dirt track with his great heavy load
He continues to run up the dusty dirt road
Back to the forest - Back to his pit
He’s not going to make it - He starts to feel sick
He cannot believe all the things that he saw
His heart is not beating - he falls to the floor
He looks up at the trees and the birds in the sky
He thinks of his hole and is ready to die
His past, now the future - he wanted to know
His body lies still - the grass doesn’t grow
Poem 3
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I used to dream
like children dream
you know
big fat dreams
with a strawberry on top
and cream
Dreams of hills of cheese
sugar dripping of the leaves
of the licorice trees
chocolate rivers
and
pink stripes on the bees
Grew up one day
and realized
I only dream
because i’m an idiot
An idiot
that dreams
of licorice trees
Thanks!
LoTech
