Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
Sinning till we sleep,
Kids on every street,
Making friends and making love
With everyone we meet.
One with the world
Celebration field,
Feeling triumphant
Without a sword and shield.

Unfamiliar faces
Well known places,
No bat or ball required
To run all the bases.
Not enough hours
In the 24 I got.
It's only illegal
If you get caught.
Face in the grass,
Head in a cloud,
Tell the neighborhood,
It's gonna get loud.

At the hour or morning,
When the sun hits the hills,
Your body's in ruins,
And you've spent your dollar bills.
The night after chaos
Is a day of torture,
After spending a night
In the insanity orchard.
Dont remember it at all,
Dont remember what I said,
I just know it was good,
Till I woke up this morning
Halfway in my bed.
Brody Thompson
Written by
Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
(22/M/Canada)   
1.8k
   Margaret Rae
Please log in to view and add comments on poems