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 Sep 2015
Khairil M
i would take the first train back to the 90's,
when my lungs were nicotine-free
and there was always something worthy on TV.

i would wear my chucks in bed,
and have cereals for dinner.

i would not have heard of ****,
i would have used the internet to find
the exact words to the songs on Nevermind,
because cassette inlays haven't got enough
space for Kurt's lyrics.

and if i were you, i wouldn't call this a poem.

-khai
i don't know how to explain myself sometimes.
 Sep 2015
Madison
I wake up in the morning
To a man smoking a cigarette
You can tell he's thinking
About something that is probably relatable  
Beyond belief
And he's there when I go to sleep
With the same cigarette
 Sep 2014
david jm
A slab of wood
Entwined with copper and nickel.
That's all you are.
I feel your humanity at times.
It could just be the heat from my hands
Still fuming off your glossy surface
Like boiler room pipes.
Pipe down your pipe dreams sonny,
You're no Kurt Cobain.
For my guitar.
* A "pipe dream" is a common expression for a fantasy, not a metaphor for drugs.
 Sep 2014
Christos Rigakos
he swore
he didn't have a gun
"Kurt Cobain"
etched in stone
on this songless night

(C)2001, Christos Rigakos
Tanka
 Sep 2014
Nastia Armilde
My heart is broke
but I have some glue.
-Kurt Cobain
 Sep 2014
Lilith Reid Brown
"Till death do us part,"
Red lips behind a cereal spoon
Blue eyes and pupils like dimes
The moon is her spotlight
Glinting off of pale hair

"Till death do us part,"
Layers upon layers of clothing
You always felt too skinny
You painted a skeleton
And called it 'self portrait'

"Till death do us part,"
She was starved for sunlight on the hottest days
You let her stretch in the rays
As you wilted comfortably in the shade
And Frances skipped from dark to light, keeping the equilibrium that you couldn't give her

"Till death do us part,"
The greenhouse above the garage
Where you swallowed your final breaths
A lethal dose of ****** coursing through your veins
And a bullet in your skull
Did she laugh as you fell apart?

It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
Another Kurt poem~
 Sep 2014
Sam Conrad
I hope
I don't
End up
Like
Kurt Cobain

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