Poetic justice
My hands were shaking as I wrote this
If she's gold then I'm Midis
She asked me about the cuts
I said nothing maintained the silence
She doesn't approve of the late nights and self violence.
It's weird but she's the faith and I'm the science
Loved each other despite the defiance
We both had self reliance
Its a struggle what we are living in
Our pain has no medicine
Misunderstood as though we had committed a grave sin.
But that's okay I know if have you I have someone who will listen.
Always in my heart no need to ask when you been.
Categories:
midis, dark, emo,
Form: Rhyme
Chick was in swell shape
sending hoopla and woopla in mates
walking the planky swanky
she swung the hippy bad
showing the rosy vine tatoo
that sneaked serpentine
from her knee side to rind pine
roses blinking pluck me pluck me
see you cannot duck me duck me
her midis did a funky fad
her jugs shrugged
more than her shoulders could
and lips pouted oh! God
come hither will ya
eyes flashed like sea-shore search lights
and all could see her lights and sights
the eyes followed her fixed
she had them licked
a oomphy girly had never walked
the wooden plank with so much clank
and that had all the dogs
following behind in file and rank.
Categories:
midis, lifeme,
Form: Free verse