Random Poetry

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You think, it's okay?

HA!

silly little girl

still living in her fantasy world

where she thinks the world is technicolor

and anything you dream will come true

wake up, little girl

you know the reality

everything is black or white

fight or flight

You know

there's no cotton candy clouds

and rivers made of chocolate milk

There's clouds of smog

and rivers running red with blood

You know

those fighters

the ones who occupy the earth?

they kill it

kill each other

hurt the world

silly girl

you’re foolish,

if you think it's still there

the hope

for something more

but no,

it's all dead

where things are built up

just to be torn down

lost in their selfish needs

and wants for their world

You think there's something more than this?

more beyond reality

more than devastation

and heartache

That there is heaven in this

land full of demons

where pain runs rampant through

the cities and towns

Heh.

That's Cute....

Still so set in your childlike ways

Grow Up.

The world isn't your playground

And there's no such thing as happily ever after

It’s time you live in reality

Or face the consequences of

Living in your past

No?

You’d

rather stay

in the world you made?

Fine.

Live in that world.

You -

You, stupid, stupid, girl.

Poetry from Italy # 5

Keeping Love

giant metal objects
stuck tight
on a bridge

actually not just on bridges
but Juliet’s house
and Cinque Terre too

Those are places in Italy
in case you didn’t know

all with those strange metal objects
some even have colors

what?
it’s for love

two names written on it
means they're suppose to be together forever?

it’s a promise?
it’s a wish?

locked together
forever
no matter what

Is that really what it’s about?
those silly things
that you place on your luagge
so your things don’t get stolen

It must work so that no other will steal your heart
for it already belongs to your lover

and endure
no matter what happens

such a romantic notion
to be locked in a love forever

but do they really think about it?
such a promise
such a wish

and what it really means.

Poetry from Italy # 4

That Chapel in Rome

Everywhere covered in biblical light
my eyes focus as I
pull out my red camera

zooming in
I see a man reaching out
his finger pointing outward
toward a younger man
who looks listless
lifeless

will this touch bring him to lfe?
will you live Adam?
As it is God
God will

my eyes continue to roam
and land
there again another man

when all is said and done
are these who will judge last?
and who ascends,
to heaven?

I smile and spin about the room
the colors blur
as the angels begin to sing
and the chatter around me
brings life in the images
about the walls

then
I pull back my camera
placing it in my pocket

It's time to go
It's a shame

Michelangelo
Raphael
amazing artists

beautiful lights

I could look forever.

Poetry from Italy # 3

On a Train from Florence to Nice

sitting in an ugly blue seat
hours have drifted by
my tired eyes, glance to the side

there sits a girl
with a medical book in her lap
meticulously taking notes

I wonder
how she is
unfazed by the endless chatter
of those around her

and the sprawling landscapes
of rocky gray mountains
placed about a crystal blue sea

that passes by
just outside her window

I admire such dedication
to study in a crowded space
during the summer
with its never ending heat

suddenly
a tall man walks by
in lavender skinny jeans

she glances up

then I
chuckle to myself
and close my eyes.

Poetry from Italy # 2

The Rhythm of Firenze

Cityscape
busy streets
people from all walks of life gather

Cars zoom by
and beep
as the sounds of
clap, clap, stomp
can be heard from humans feet

while the dogs bark
and the birds sing
or squawk or even screech

As the many voices blend
together
in chatter, screaming, and endless laughter

cameras click
a guitar strums
As a bang, boom
Can be heard from a distance
And then

" Buonasera!" an Italian man says.

" Ciao, my friend! " a woman responds

and everything repeats again.

Poetry from Italy # 1

I was on Italy for the month and here is one of the many poems I wote while I was there.

Scribbles against the Walls

crowds of people push by
As I make my way
through the giant gate
And into a dark archway
Immediately I see

Written on stone
are initials locked in multi-colored hearts
layered on top of one another
Like bad graffiti
Littering the walls
In an endless stream of wishes from visitors

To Juliet
In hopes their loves will last forever

I look closer
At the marker, pen, and crayon
Etched into entrance of her house

And wonder
How much luck in love
Can one possibly receive
From a young girl
Whose own story ended in tragedy?

One of my Old School Poems

She is an epic novel
Tale of an average girl
Who doesn’t grovel
She walks
She talks
And fights every step of the way
Pushes her way through chapters
Refusing to just stay
Her goal is glory
So she steps out of the pages
And escapes
From her own story
and broke the fourth wall
Nah, scratch that
She shattered it
Kicked the pieces across the floor
And scattered it
She’s no legend
No fairy-tale story
She’s gonna have her fame and glory
She’s the epic reality
Of a brown-eyed girl
whose mere existence
Will rock the world
So hard
It’ll shake
Rattle and break
And crumble and then
She’ll jump back into the novel again
True story of a girl
With long eye lashes
Who broke the world
Brought on the flames
And burned it to ashes.