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By Now (Free verse) by Lie2MePinnochio By now, the sun has burned
streaks in my hair and
darkened my skin;
an over-exposed negative
like the rest of California.
I feel louder by speaking less,
for the summer has become
a dull
roar
the only sounds which make sense anymore,
are the crickets and the cicadas.
We met at some random party
you know, one of those THINGS
little need for words
we let our bodies direct us
and made some kind of love
The next morning,
we went to sleep on the shore;
our late-night romance
was a sunburn by the afternoon
Today, I simply watched
as he, shirtless, made
a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich
Take it easy, man
Adios, mis amigos
The saga of beach culture
will continue
as long as there are gnarly waves
While inland,
High Society climbs atop
poverty, rising
higher and higher as they pile up
Surf a big one for me dude,
while the world is in despair
Perhaps there is time for last-minute
self-improvements;
At the gym,
a piece of Japanese currency, strung on a chain,
beats against my chest
It is time to go back.
The polar ice cap is melting;
I thought about this while I soaked
in the hot tub
Buzzzzzzzzzzzâ¦.buzzzzzzzzzzz
Under a last
of my beautiful skies
Up the ladder:
A Poet's Rifle
Down the ladder:
sick love
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 5.1666665
Posted: August 26, 2003 11:34 PM PDT; Last modified: August 27, 2003 12:23 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0448236 Overall Rank: 6990 Comments:
Sometimes I wish I led such a poetic life. I'm jealous, frankly.
sweet. in a bitter sort of way.
Depressing, California left a bad taste in my mouth. Everyone told me I went to the wrong parts. I think I just saw through it quicker than they did. I like the way you wrote this poem. I just wish it were about something else. Perhaps that is near to the inteded effect. (8)
I like gnarly.
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2: who gives a shit if his genius is far greater than anything written? his art doesnt TELL ME ANYTHING either.. it showed something maybe, but what that is, i dunno, im not a painter.
3: my boxer poem wasnt sposed to tell you anything either. It wasnt written to tell you anything new, and poetry doesnt exist just to tell people things moron. maybe it was sposed to reveal the world of boxing maybe? wasnt the purpose either, but i can think of alot of bullshit to justify my poem.. but i wont, since thats silly.
I wrote it because i could, i wrote it because i love to write. THATS IT. and when some asshole comes in and gets all high and mighty because i mentioned picasso, and gives me a 4, i get pissed, because: you could of simply told me it sucked, gave me a 4, and not show your ignorance.
No, you had to defend picasso, as if i spray painted over one of his masterpieces..
and personally, his paintings dont reveal shit to me, and ive read a million things that to me are worth more than his paintings..