16 million scrawled on signatures,
The "you and me forever"s that broke within in a week,
And the feeling of a near-perfect nowadays Neverland,
Built on all the angst of adolescence at it's peak.
Empty cars have crashed, are crushed
in mechanical kisses,
Broken electronic equipment the background to our lives.
This is just a junkyard, just right for exploration.
The Lost Boys didn't stay, though.
They went home.
Grew old
And died.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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well seeing as I have a very bad case of writers block at the moment, its hard to comment creativly on the poem...but I can say I do like it. it's really flowing and just creats so many images all at once. (hey what do you know i did it)


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Nice, like how you used the Lost Boys there. Great little scrap-yard of images! Well done!

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I had been wondering where you'd got to:-) Really great poem, as usual. All cool images and language usage. I like the line about the cars, it makes a nice image out of something rather ugly which is really good.





