Free verse № 118562
Revaluations
I sat alone in the hidden alley
watching the city pass me full of
laughing hyenas, unaware.
I sat alone, no one noticed me
they passed the darkness where
I pretended to be glorified with
the booze bottle wrapped in paper.
The street lamps flickered; red, yellow,
and green. One after another music
satisfied my aching soul.
Maybe I thought the world
would be better if my eyes
were only half closed.
But I am more than a passing person
alone, unaware of my surroundings.
I was meant to live more here.
Sitting on the out skirts of the
forgotten lonely alley strumming
the stings of life to which no one
payed attention; or cared.
But I played on.
Eyes half open but still more aware
than the laughing hyenas blinded
by perpetual plastic and predominate lies.
14 comments
Smarter usage of semi-colons
The second one is awful
S3 L3-4 don't make enough sense.
The contradictory statements about the people around him and then applying these statements to your own character. When trying to convey realization, you are actually making this character one of the "hyenas". Mostly recognized in the two contrasting "unaware"s. This would be brilliant if it was on purpose, but the quality of the poem suggests that it was not.
Outskirts is one word
st[r]ings
Introducing the peoples' objectivity in the last line leaves readers a bit confused because it comes out of nowhere.
However - I, for one, am taken recently with the idea of writing a poem about people born with vestigial tails. Certainly you're not saying only people born with such tails can write poems on the subject? God! How could they??!?
On a related note, I guess we should be glad Shakespeare was a fairy Negro Jew merchant emperor. Otherwise, what kinds of plays would he have written? About bumming the stage-boys, most like.
Unfortunately I failed miserably, as over the next 11 months I earned around $14,000 U.S. dollars with my crappy pomes -- which, since I paid no rent during that time (I was continually offerred places to stay, or camped) and paid no taxes, was a reasonably decent amount of money with which to enjoy what was essentially a year-long vacation. Most embarrassing moment? I was on Telegraph avenue all decked out like a hippy selling photocopied pomes tackily signed with metallic gold ink (it increased how much money people "donated" for some stupid reason)and up walks a woman I went to university with...she was doing her doctorate at Berkeley. lol. She definitely seemed to buy into my bum on the streets disguise.
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