L.A. NIGHTMARES AND OTHER TESTIMONIES FROM DEATH VALLEY
Controlled and manipulated,
these young and highly eager girls walked into
the saturday night showplace and spilled the military nothing-beans.
Mystery pirates talking in "junkie slang" to the tourist,
as well as, the Main Street pimps.
Taste the bait.
Too sweet the candy that easts the brain and stabs the soul.
Crazy eyes.... ...staring at those teenage thighs.
Smoking on some pipe with a born-again street stalker.
Looking for another family, but
lost fathers and soaked success don't bring back your faith
in America on fire.
Black clouds.
No explosion.
Someone broke into the house.
Someone shot the television show in the backyard bloodbath.
The rosebushes grew thick around the unsuspecting household.
Just trying to get yourselves dirty?
Working up a tantrum and trying to find the reality inside
these youthful fantasies.
Involved in a movie about drugs and criminal wet-dreams.
Long haired puppet wives.
She drove the car, and put the double-line tattoo
in mirrored resistance.
Now the stinging sun wakes them up to the pressure of a thousand
lifetimes of destruction.
Confused.
This unbeliveable nightmare and the testimonies of thier stubborn hearts
will now fall silent in the blue-grey reality of life.
-chico
Yeah I would like to know what you guys think?
On the point of obie's poems I like them. I write some like that myself they can be fun and they also help ( for me anyways) to get out alot of what I want to say at that moment. Might not be why you write those kind just what I do. I call mine "I' verses they only last 4 lines, every line starts with "I" except the last and I have notebooks filled with them.
Probably more information then anyone needed, but I didn't want obie to think I was patronizing him.
Thanks for bumping it yerss!!
I've recently written poems and thought I'd share them! Unfortunately, they don't rhyme, as don't many of my poems. I believe you can express more emotions not having to worry about that.
These go out to my 'preciousss' 😉
Indescribable
I'll write a million useless words and thoughts
for a hundred horrible poems
But still i can't get close to this feeling
I know so many words, and so many meanings
But there is nothing that i can say
That will explain it all to anyone
Maybe you know i struggle to say
Maybe this is just another act of my foolishness
But nothing seems to matter anmore,
All i need is to feel your hand on mine
Your soft kiss and your generous words
Your voice whispering in my ear
And i am floating above the dark
You are my beacon
You are all i think about
You are my indescribable
© Lily 2003
And I'm Writing About You Again
Missing you
It's never hurt this much before
I've become a hopeless romantic
Which is ironic because i vowed
To forever remain a cold cynic
But now i find myself fumbling
Through it all, waiting to see you
Calling your name again and again
Knowing that you will never hear
Because I'm too far away
My distance is an 8 hour drive
And each of those 8 hours i thought of you
As i am thinking of you now
I just don't know what to do now
I am overwhelmed and weak
And i know im weakening my defenses
Part of me sees reality,
Part of me sees hope,
Part of me sees only bleakness.
I'm only missing you now
Missing you
It never hurt this much before
How can i sit here and deal with this?
I don't see this as a problem
Please don't take this the wrong way
But i have never felt this before
The feeling where i'm not in control
And thats okay.
Because if letting go
Means handing myself over to you
I'll do it with a smile
Because you make me so happy
That it makes me think you arent real
But yet you always are here.
Waiting for me with an open hand
I don't deserve someone like you
You are everything
Part of me sees your face
Part of me sees your hand in mine
Part of me sees the brutal crash
Does it always have to end this way?
Maybe not.
Time will tell.
And i'll wait forever to know.
© Lily 2003