The Spark's Railroaders,
that's my team.
Where I go to school.
I'm underdeveloped, and anything but cool
I have one more period than most of
the other kids, because I have swimming first
thing in the morning.
My grandma tends to wake
me up early with her snoring
That's okay cuz I love her
Man, she's all I really got
when both my parents jumped ship
she made sure I didn't rot
She might smoke all day, and live on the couch
Have me change her channel, and fix her screw-drivers
Count out her pills, and be her mailbox retriever.
It's all good, It doesn't make me slouch
Plus, I still hook up with the late night crouch
Out the window to smoke Marlboro reds with the guys,
and throw ice-balls at cars coming home from
the bars. Then we gaze up at stars,
and try to find Mars.
A Crimson pulse...
Pulling me,
away.
Sometimes, we go down to the Sanitarium
(Our club house) to play D&D
Our fort in the hills is border-line obscene
It smells like the nest of a wounded giant roc
All lit up with candles on skulls, and on rocks
Metallica blares, "Ride the lightning" all day
We smoke pot, and dream, of guitars we might play
But is it all well? That's the question inside
A fact of the game is that the fog must subside
The trailer is gone, but the marks are still there
The hills are developed, still nobody cares
"Grandma! Grandma!" My voice goes unheard
Her Cadillac's gone, along with my bird
I'm spinning in circles
My arms stretch extend
I've been tricked by my mind
Now a slave to the trend
Sweet Sharon is dead,
and now I'm a man
Missing you Nana
is this all in my head?
I did what I could
I did all I can
I did what I had to
I turned, and I ran.
Now,
Crushing 'top these poppies pressing
forms sublime, hands run gently over
taking sap to save for a crave I remember.
How to forget better than you
How to move on quicker than you
How to turn a mud mask to stone
Make the skeleton sell his bones
And juggle worlds with colonies of algae
Superimposing a residue for the queen
of my mind, Hedwig, and steel spikes
do not a replacement make for tattoos, and rhyme
A squeeze, we catch our breath...
Then Reno.
Author notes
Written December 29th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Teen Years by Neko-rei.
330 points, ended March 27, 2005, 9 entries
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That was good, I liked the style you used. I described a lot of how your life goes, you could really connect through it. Good luck in the contest.
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Oh my..This is an amazing poem. *gasps* Took my breatha way..that is hard to do. I praise your talent horus8..thank you so much for entering
~Amber~ -
This poem reminds me of maybe missing out on things and being at a distance from people that were supposed to make an impact on your life. Also I see how you miss your grandma in the poem. I like this lots. thanks and good luck.
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cool
Hey man right on this is sick but one q? are you talking about your past in highschool or are you in high school now anyways this is good.... GOOD LUCK In my contest... I hope you ahve a good day.... thanx for the entry.
~predatorsgirl~
kim
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whoa, that poem grabbed my attention wildly. the flow was magnificent and the meaning behind it was too.
great job and good luck!
Victoria -
Possibly the best compliment I've ever recieved. I need that, thanks.
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this poem is like sculpture. i can see you painting some wild things that drive peole barmy trying to grasp or emulate, throwing away their own brushes in disgust and totally giving up on their own work.I liked the photo to go with the words cos words are the person behind them anyway so why not come out and be seen and even take a bow. you deserve it for being real in your work and not just doing 'A poem'
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nice write y do post so many pics of u do u even look like that still or have u been dismembered or do u like to look at ourself a bit into your self ey j/k
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