On an eve in February,
As I placed my gears I peruse
What words I have lying around,
What comes to me so heavily
Is the memory of my old crushed car.
So why did my foot go forward not backward
And why did the flivver slap the old telephone pole,
And throw me against my face.
Just why did I do that,
Just why did Son 2 think he must put down his mighty foot?
I (almost unconsciously) lie against my back,
What is the next step, I am vilified, shattered,
Fingers pointing, she is old as I
How long, how inconvenienced will I be?
How dependent am I, am I?
Categories:
backed, 9th grade, february,
Form: Free verse
The long-legged lass in ruddy tights
struts her stuff like high-heeled stilts.
Each step a flouncing prance,
an elegant dance on heel-up stance,
that flaunts the body to pose, poised.
Categories:
backed, beauty, bird,
Form: Free verse
I'm backed against, I'm trapped against
I'm backed against this wall
When its that intense I lack some sense
then bad events evolve
My last suspence has me past convinced
that I have to dent some skulls
This path I went is in fact an attempt
to stay on track and fix my flaws
Stack chips from wall to wall
and forget about my down falls
Put the past behind me like hineys
& continue climbing
Finding that while driving
these struggles is what define me
I'm crushing every obstical
failing isn't optional
Stay clear of whats unstoppable
& witness the impossible
I only do what is I gotta do
to survive gotta have a lot of food
This ground I stands all i got to lose
so not an inch of me is about to move
Categories:
backed, song-me, me,
Form: Rhyme
its can be you see
you feeL alone
hard to carry on
don't
won't do wrong
get a hold of you
tho you feel blue
and walking as aloner
cause your
BACKED IN A CORNER
Categories:
backed, caregiving, forgiveness,
Form: Light Verse
Beach Backed Chairs
Dutifully I strode,
struck past police
look for police
past police
look for past
me too-
night bright searchlight
protect[cone]cove from shadow
gain much
as man no walk now
crawl[space]- square shadows all
the German place
spews music from non-window squid fry round
tall hall- guard gun iguana[Guam] and some beach chairs some[moss-Hun]
one left out.
there, coral sand staggered
rack on head
of man[Poulos?]
straining in sand of light and destiNATION
[waning] wave too sad a night.
Categories:
backed, allegory
Form: Ode