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dilshé Jul 2021
The teen-age finds
Infamy attractive
& the 'unlawfully fun'.
I heard that
There's no better feeling-
than being on the run.
Some made rebelling,
their creed
& saw thrill-
in ruination.
Amid the juvenile drama,
a thirst for-
retribution.
On top of
great parapets
& in thickets-
we hide.
Don't we all
want to be~
Infamous inside.
Apple juice Feb 2020
It’s true
I crave you
In the most sensual ways I try to get to you
Crave the way you say my name as soon as those sounds leave that mouth I drown in what used to be kerosene ignited by what you do to me
I want you
Don’t you want me
Why are we contemplating
Becasue your hesitant truth defeats you
I need proof to believe you
But I don’t know how to
Nevertheless skeptic truths I still crave you
I crave your truth
Not your ruse
Bound by the breaths of our (unholy) sins no longer little kids you’re my wish
Finger tips caress my hips
Selfishness arises fall in love with me
Why do you want that from me
Just take me make me
Love isn’t a must
It’s lust just for us
You and me craving each other’s infamy
Love isn’t a must
We don’t all grow up seeing *** being related to love. *** to some of us were never about love and so we grow up..with lust not trust but personal gain and pleasure consented by two who only seek a temporary route around love
Frank DeRose Dec 2017
"December 7th, 1941--a date which will live in infamy"

So began Roosevelt's address,
As the eyes of a nation
Watched the skies,
Wept,
And fought.

Less than an hour after Roosevelt's speech,
Congress declared war on Japan,
And entered into World War II.

And so our boys left,
Fighting the good fight

And so Rosie flexed,
And patriotism soared,
And planes rained down barrages of gunfire.

I was always taught today's date.
December 7th, 1941.

My grandfather fought in World War II,
And in my house,
Today's date lived--
And continues to live--
In infamy.

You can imagine my surprise when,
Upon walking into the public high school where I work,
The flag prostrate,
Halfway between sky and earth,
Students did not know the date.

I asked the classes,
60 or so students, in sum,
"Who can tell me why the flag is at half-mast today?"

They looked at me in confusion,
"Half-mast?"
"What's the date?"
Maybe 6 or 7 raised their hand.

One in ten students knew,
And while I was disheartened,
I was not altogether surprised.

So I posed the question to my coworkers,
"I've been conducting an experiment today,
Asking students if they knew why the flag was at half-mast"

Of the 15 coworkers with whom I spoke,
5 could tell me why.
10 could not.

"Why is it at half-mast? I don't even know..."

"Let me see, what's happened in current events recently?"

"Oh? It's Pearl Harbor? I didn't even know we put the flag at half-mast for that."

How quickly we forget.

The second largest attack on American soil in our history,
The greatest catalyst for our entry into the greatest war in modern history,
And we don't take notice of the date?

For shame.

What will our sons, daughters, grandsons and granddaughters know?

Will they recall 9/11?
Will they remember it?

Will they relive it each year,
The way we so painstakingly do?

Will images of planes and falling men flee through their minds?

Or will they forget?

"Oh? 9/11, is that today? I didn't even realize."

Sounds preposterous, doesn't it?

And yet, our grandparents couldn't conceive of a time when we wouldn't remember Pearl Harbor.

"A date which will live in infamy."

Or will it?

Be advised—
History has its eyes on you.
shooshu Dec 2015
I am found
in newspaper print
a clue of
fragmented illusion.
Reduced to a
muddy shoe print,
I turn the page.
13 May 2014
Seated high on the throne of infamy
His smarting embrace envelopes pure desire
From the water you drink to the air you breathe
From the riches of kings to the rags of beggars
Your freedom, your mind, your possessions, your obsessions
Craving greatness and gall, everything and all
Senselessly slaved to the poisoned yearning of his core
He is avarice absolute, he wants the world and more.
Posted on November 22, 2013

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