My mom works to be busy, and hurts herself. She sleeps on the floor until she can move again. Then she works again, until she hurts again. For no reason and no pay. She talks on the phone and laughs aloud. Her friends drop by with no warning. Her dogs lea...
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Three months had passed since Vince first ventured into the cemetery and sought permission to fix it up, and fix it up he had. Some of longtime city residents could not believe how good the place looked. "The kid did a great job," the city elders would of...
In the Cemetery, Part 3
His time tending the cemetery continuesSoon Vince's boring life took on new meaning and he looked forward to heading to the old cemetery and fixing it up. He was spotted by a few of his fellow classmates and soon Igor and Dr. Frankenstein were added to the list of nick names that included frea...
Innocent little miss honey With her seraphic heartBorn on the plains of goldIn pursuit of her American Dream Hitchhiked without moneyTo the sunset for a fresh startInto the City of Angels she rolledOnto the boulevard of broken dreams Broke, she became a b...
Poker and The American Dream
Sometimes what makes us happy isn't what we expected would.Life is like a game of poker. You play by the rules. And you make the smart bets. You sit at the table, folding hand after hand of ten- two, seven- three, nine-five, while everyone else is getting aces and face cards, and raking in your five or ten dollar...
Give Us This Day
A May Day PoemGive us this dayOur daily breadGive us this dayFor we, the nearly deadGive us this dayThe under-appreciated massesGive us this dayFor hard hats and safety glassesGive us this dayWho rise to catch the day's first busGive us this dayChasing notes that read,...
Coal-Miner
what it felt like, going to and descending into the mineCoal-Miner Thirty year old powerloader Brian, stood amidst the crowd of jabbering miners as they waited to descend in the cage. His aching slightly overweight frame already fatigued with the stress of just getting there. He put his holdall down at his fee...
The Good Wife
Appreciation of the wrong kindI wish to write a treatise on my good wife. I believe she deserves one after her past endeavors to make our life more pleasant. Not that I wish to make her out to be perfect, she has her little quirks and foibles as everyone does. I even have a few myself...
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Persistence
Written after a frustrating 3 day period in a computer labAt every step you thwart me Your mocking beeps get tiring No matter what I try You try to upstage me Dragging me down To your pit of wires Forcing me to curse you As I sink into the mire Damn you, computer I am the boss Believe me, computer I will win Wit...
From Sisyphus: My Stone
Sisyphus speaking to the stars about his plightThis stone is more than stone,more than weight against my arms,my shoulders, my neck--more than a stone my legs must shove,my hands must grasp,my lungs must grunt into--more than a moan inside my soulthat comes from knowing there is no escape from where I...
The Jerk At Work
Just another poem...this one was inspired by another member's status thingy...My job I really don’t mind, It’s the people and the work, Especially the guy next to me, Who personifies the word “jerk.” I wish he would do something, Anything to earn his pay, Instead he just gets on my nerves, And my nerves are starting to fray. This j...