I have been writing poetry O_o

[Flippy_D]

And here are the results:

Night Beat

It's a copper's life, come to think of it.

Chrome and brick and light and shadow,
Hollow people flutter through the alleys.
Inebriation in word and mind and sweet obliteration gulped down with relish.
The night is a cityscape wide mile high pure energy raw primal pillar column freak dance dance motion sphere of instinct and there are endless beds for the quick-flash and wild lovers, where the sheets will grow cold in the morning.
The beat of the city, casually imperceptible, with it's life
Blood drained from banks and breweries. It echoes through silenced
Passages of grime and grit, where the neon lies shimmering on the ground, Coarse reflections and gaudy disregard.

And then the party hour is past, and denizens of twilight emerge.
They have nowhere, they have no-one, bar the guarded peers.
And like ravens they will drift down streets in black,
With harsh cries and gutteral laughs. In them, the crime
That has not yet come to pass, and the scream of ten thousand victims
Will reverberate down generations. Sneering and jibing.

It's darkest before dawn on the streets of a city, where fugitives hide and run from the law,
And ravens patrol alleys and courtyards and doorways, and sink deeper into the criminal maw.
And, deathly sombre, they caw.

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Concerns

A noose of hot silk,
a dagger of cold cream,
chocolate poison.

But were you to have little,
Sly in suburbia,
how scripts may have changed.

And drugs and drink and sex and violence and we love you Woodstock!
Maybe this was better.

Indulgence is a warm path to death,
but it's scent is misguiding - beguiling and fresh,
and how pretty the butterflies are off the road.

You. Wealth and luxury.
Death, such an irony - was it that you were not satisfied? surely not.
Yet, a troubled thing, brittle cling on reality. And you may leave
and wander to the butterflies, off the path

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Adrenaline

I'm going down to the stores,
Bristol, wave a pistol,
Two shots to the ceiling gets their attention, and then:
"Oy, wot d'y'think yer doin', sunshine!?"
No time to linger, a shot to the arm, watch the
Finger massaging the trigger, this is bigger than I reckoned.
Sirens in the distance, silence amongst the shelves,
Perforated by whimpers from the weak and stupid, stupid, STUPID idea
To rob a store? What more can I ask for if I want the law to run riot?
This is mental, this is madness, drop the oranges, run for it, down the street,
Still with the gun out? Yells in the distance - dart into an alley...
...and breathe.

Pounding over, respectable citizen, not me officer, I was in Manchester.

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Feedback is oh so welcome.

[Nine Toes]

OMG! :o  Poetic angst!

JK!

Very good in my opinion.   I liked "Adrenaline", that one made me laugh.

[Nine Toes]

Sorry for diggin' up an old post, but I recently had something to share in here.

I woke up today with a bruise on my heart.
How did I know that today the world would fall apart?
I won't forget the lies you told me, or the cruel words you said,
The cutting sound of your voice keeps echoing through my head.
How can I love someone so much, and hate them just the same?
Never again will I call out your name.
Was that me getting angry?... you must be mistaken...
That was the sound of my heart breaking.
I don't want to sleep tonight because I don't want to face tomorrow,
Now, all I'm left with is an empty pocket, and many months worth of sorrow.


I know it sucks, and it isn't finished either.Ã,  I just don't care enough to try and remember the rest of it.