Hiding out my soul,
in Carles’ Happy Flamingo,
feeling too small
to be larger than life.
She was a tattooed lamp and
shape-shady,
willing to go down
for the wrong guy.
I bought her a drink,
a double-lidded wink -
a ‘bar lizard’ move,
there was nobody
left to care
here or anywhere.
The music was nasal wallpaper
I just sat there
dripping into my heart
until she - bored
with my silence,
slid
her hips away
to pour into someone else.
Categories:
carles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A young soul of only 16....
Yet still beautiful....
The scars on his arms show his struggles....
yet hes beautiful......
The tears he sheds,when he thinks he should be dead..
Yet hes still beautiful.....
Young is what he appears to be but has plenty of experience....
Yet hes still beautiful....
Arick carles
Categories:
carles, death, deep, depression,
Form: ABC