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Tuesday Dec 21, 2010

Dec 21, 2010
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Trying To Keep Hope Alive (Poem)

I gave birth to a sunset
Named him Drum
Hoping hed one day follow the beat of his own heart
I was a child once
I had dreams and aspirations
Now all I have is broken cymbals
That I clap together robotically
My monkey business is bankrupt
And my pockets are erupting
With I owe yous
I crossed the bass line
And the payment for the space that I rent in
Your mind is past due
I took the bill and made a pirate hat
Hoping that I could make you laugh
So hard youd forget that your time
Isnt free
But Im spending more hours
Than I have quarters for
I feed your meter with pennies
But time stands still
Blinking red
We have expired
Ive grown tired
Drums barraging cries
Keeping me from sleep
I weep for the Sandman
To quickly bury me alive
I cant raise a child
Like I raise these fists
Punching doors
Crying Encore
I want more of you
But I must nurture the light
That warms my days
The breath in my pierced chest
Punctured by needles and broken arrows
Another failed attempt by cupid
I know Im stupid to hope for
Something that may be overrated
To one day come my way
Until then Ill have to learn to love
My pulse and the rhythm that
Accompanies the army as its
Charging the enemy
I swallow artificial smiles
In attempt to keep the warriors at bay
But there comes a time
That I must fight my inner demons
With a sharper approach
Razorhands dissect my anatomy
This is fear
This is weakness
This small void is
Where happiness once was
Before the species evolved
And developed apathy
I wear my sorrow like a badge
Sometimes
Proud of the pain Ive endured
To earn this ugly patch
That I wear on my sash
Ive got 10 bucks in my pocket
Until next Saturday when I
Cash out my reality check
Got no choice but to use it
To feed the instrument
That measures my worth
The sliver of light at the end of the
Tunnel that gives me hope
He has my smile
A gaping hole that echoes
A haunting boom
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
beddaroses:
I really love your poetry! =)
Dec 22, 2010
klaxon:
Thank you :-) I'm glad you do.
Dec 28, 2010

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