Deep Poetry for Friday, January 28, 2011

The confused inner city kid had a gun. Another boy didn’t show him respect, so he shot him dead. The gunboy fled into a park, under a bush hid shivering in the cold rain. Now he was a hero in the eyes of other kids Sirens and voices, they have got him now. One bullet left, wished he was back home with his mum, thought of his options… a hero for all time? Sign in to see full entry.

I'm assuming Ruby is routinely savage, Not insane. She has such wicked-looking Teeth. She said that I should come For dinner. Without thinking, I agreed, But now I wonder whether she will feed Me, or I'll be the food. The men who've Been her lovers seem to disappear, or so They say, and, once, when we were in the Woods, she bit my ear. She bit it hard, And, afterward, she looked at me, and Said she liked my taste. I try to see the Good in things, and, surely, Ruby's sunken Eyes, and sable hair,... Sign in to see full entry.

My life is far different Then I had thought it would be Expectations change as you grow Life is more than just what you see Maybe something uncomfortable happens Or you don't finish something you start Maybe you you meet someone different That changes something in your heart Sign in to see full entry.