Jesus died
standing in the mirror
with that stupid
emo hair cut...
wandering down the
dusty
road of hell
chatting on a cellphone
that gave static
relationships new meaning.
Dark black lipstick pasted
on lips that bled
lies and terror.
A starry lullabye
that only Van Gogh
understood
and painted with miracles
and happenstance;
they ( the army of one )
marched on Washington
holding signs barring
reality and actuality
from our present nightmare.
Clutching our past tightly
to our chests
we wander...
we wander until our
Chuck Taylors
who had not failed us
before
Start speaking
with ambigous tongues.
Our faith was shaken
all in the name of
a label.
Author notes
bwahaha. I love writers block and random bouts of " creativity"
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lol craziness..creativity is out there
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A mish mash? That's a great mish mash. It's very intriguing, it hatches a lot of cool visuals for me, the last three lines in particular got to me. I like your username.
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Thank you!! I'm not sure how I really put together poems...This is how it comes out! bwahh thanks for commenting.
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I totally enjoyed your use of words!!!! I like your style! Pam
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Thanks for the comment!!! I was bored so I totally just mish mashed some words and VIOLA!!!
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Wow.
I like this. It flows really well! I know what you mean about random bouts of creativity too! Glad you had this one to share!
Always,
V
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I totally didn't get your comment till now!! Thanks for commenting!
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