"damion" poems
When i close my eyes
I see the faces of the dead
I hear their voices
The things they said, their laughter
The ones i thought would live forever!!
Something got them though: the ones who lived fast
It was a drug, some bullets, a disease
I thought they would live forever!!
Those crazy *** dudes and girls
How urgent they were
But they didn't
Something got them,
Just as sure as it will get me
It's not always about the young dying recklessly
I think of some old man or woman living a slow life:maybe washing a car or cooking a dinner, watching a baseball game on tv
Gone forever.
They are so real to me when i close my eyes
More powerful than any living being every could be to me
The living live cowardly as they smile and laugh to me
But this death thing is real
Very real
I drive highways alone at night
Remembering a dead girl riding shotgun. Who died a couple of years ago beside me.
The things she said and her laughter haunts me.
More powerful than anything living
What lies she told me
More powerful than anything living
This crumpled memory of mine.
Damion Hamilton
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
The pretense of youthful ignorance prepaid her attractiveness for
ohh... so many reasons and times.
(wannabe predators salivate)
She knew her allure
but not if it is truly real.
At least she did realize (thank you Damion) that when the attraction fades out,
so will she...
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC