The Streets

We got this look about us. Stone face youth. And no, no trouble here. As kids we walked these empty roads. Did what we needed to be. And now I cant stand to look around. Wide eyes are few and far away. Sweet salvation in the face of uselessness. Am I disposable? Depending on a broken bone. Limping everywhere we go. Didnt we fight to keep our spines? Illusion or interpretation. No more rebel yells. No more fighting in the street. Nothing feels right in this nowhere town. No home anymore

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Jay Loveless

Date: 11/19/2013 2:10:00 PM

Another I can relate to. Beautiful. Hits home.

... Gigno

Date: 6/9/2013 3:20:00 PM

!!!

Twanna Irisha

Date: 6/7/2013 10:01:00 PM

I like dis.

Poet Tacito

Date: 6/5/2013 8:02:00 AM

Kudos on the Billy Idol "rebel yell" reference. How quickly things are beginning to deteriorate in the, once nice, neighborhoods. Excellent job!

Gina Young
Date: 6/5/2013 10:20:00 AM

Billy Idol...huge influence! Thank u again for ur kind words and encouragement :)..and yes I live in a lil hillbilly ghetto town, getting worse every day.