The APATHY of our captive gate-herding guards was outstandingly pronounced.
One appeared to have a PREDILECTION toward a disbelief in honor of any kind.
My spiritually-advanced cellmate exuded UNEARTHLINESS when head-trounced.
Yet the gate-herders expressed no CONSTERNATION or REVERENCE to my mind.
I felt much emotion while I was ENCOMPASSED in dark cell of the mono-herd.
A tiny bit of CONDEMNATION oozed out; they had dog-ears that swiftly heard.
My cellmate had physically vanished by then, so the punishment was all mine.
Written 11-3-2018 Contest: 7 lines, 7 words
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Categories:
cellmate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
How do you tell someone your heart stop loving them after you made the vow of forever
How do you break anothers heart... How? Without breaking your own heart
You see their love but you have none
Empty embrace
Meaningless kiss
Pretentious conversations
How could the person that once gave my heart joy now gives my heart sadness
Can love really die?
Did I really love you or I was I living in a lie
How can you sit next to me and I feel lonely... unfulfilled...unhappy... How?
I am a stranger in this house
I am not the person I use to be... I am a stranger now
Can't you see the person I have become?
All the dreams we had die with our love
Your touch comes with pain not pleasure
I refuse to hurt you so I sit in this sad lonely place praying for an end to this torturous cage enslaved by our vows
I wonder if you feel the same
Searching for what happiness really means
Maybe this is all what life should be
All I see is a friend not my lover or my life partner... Just my cellmate, in this cage
I pray for freedom I hope one day you will feel the same.
Categories:
cellmate, divorce, prayer,
Form: Free verse
He's without a cellmate
There's no guard with a gun
He's been here for years
But sentenced to none
To this place without bars
No windows or cells
May not sound bad to you
But to him it was hell
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Cause he's lost all emotion
If the truth be told
Washed them away
With liquors of gold
As he sits on his stool
Instead of a bunk
All the people in town
Call him a drunk
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Now he's on death row
Not a friend all around
Except for the one
That he couldn't put down
Though the plea wasn't guilty
And the verdicts not in
He can't appeal
For all his sins
This walk away prison
Where he came every night
They gave him last call
And read him his rights
Categories:
cellmate, addiction, drink, drug, pain,
Form: Lyric
i live in the anger, i live in the fear, what is the difference? it is the reason why i am here. i try to see my future, but the answers arnt so clear. im driving my life, but i dont know how to steer. i try to be good, i try to be great, but how can i, with all this weight? i hate myself, because i cant get a date, i want to start over, and really clean the slate. but instead im bait, i cant just sit here and wait, to be angry all my life, is that really my fate? my life is just starting, im going to be late, im way above average, but what is my rate? im trying to get better, i dont want a cellmate. but im myself, although i dont know who to be, or what to do, i just want to be free, im done, im me.
Categories:
cellmate, art,
Form: ABC
The holidays are here, they feel so warm
Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm
My Christmas tree is glowing
With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing
There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence
Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence
With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate,
The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate
Yes, the jail is my home,
Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home
Here, I spend with my brothers of deed
This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed
Categories:
cellmate, holiday, life, nostalgia, seasons,
Form: Couplet
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm in jail because my son stopped going to school.
My cellmate is smelly and I'm fed nothing but gruel.
I'm very depressed and I'm at the end of my rope.
I've been begging my cellmate to take a bath and use some soap.
My son is proud of himself and he brags because he's never cried.
But that will change when I get out of here and tan his hide.
Categories:
cellmate, father, funny, son, son,
Form: I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
I don't have any cigarettes to smoke.
I can't get laid because I'm broke.
I have no gas so I have to walk wherever I go.
I try to take girls out on my bicycle but they keep saying no.
I made some home made booze that I tried to sell.
But it made the first customer go blind so I went to jail.
My cellmate dunked my head in the toilet and gave me a swirly.
I thanked God when they let him out early.
When I got out of jail, I had no food to eat.
I was so hungry that I was nibbling on my own two feet.
I'm starving while my neighbor is as big as a cow.
I want somebody to either feed or shoot me now.
Categories:
cellmate, art, funny, on writing
Form: Light Verse
(This is a fictional poem)
When my cousin played Pac-man in the eighties, he really sucked.
He tried and tried to improve but he was out of luck.
He constantly got ate by the ghosts and it always made him cry.
He wet his pants in front of people and it embarrassed him so much that it made
him want to die.
He stunk so bad at Pac-man that he couldn't even reach the first intermission.
One day when he lost, he got mad and made a bad decision.
He smashed the screen with a big rock nd he went to jail.
He seriously regretted it when they locked him in a cell.
After they put my cousin in the tank, things got even more grim.
He nearly tore the celldoor off when his cellmate threatened to rape him.
He recently bought a Pac-man machine of his own.
He doesn't like wetting his pants in front of people so he plays it all alone.
Categories:
cellmate, family, friendship, funny, people,
Form: I do not know?
His stinging eloquence torments his foes
His flawless arguments are fatal blows
His poisoned words are seeds of misery
His boastful wit can spell their tragedy
He scares them so, he's lawyer of the year
Defender of the law, his voice they fear
But then behind his fearless righteousness
He's not that great at all, he's small, he's less
For when his moneyed client strolls out free
I know my innocence cannot save me
The most I get today is sympathy
As he enjoys his fat attorney's fee
I heard he caused some serious injury
The court convicted him of perjury
A joking twist of fate for I'll be here
The cellmate of the liar of the year !
Categories:
cellmate, life, people, social,
Form: Rhyme