"dopplegangers" poems
on a 12am bus
downtown San Diego
movershakers and dopplegangers
dash across dimly lit streets
all covered in thick layers of shadow
eyes flicker in alleyways
move like lightning bolts
always making contact with you(r body)
eyes that move to the seat
next to you
and think only about
*** and *** and ***
on a 12am bus
downtown San Diego
where everything looks
better way better
when your mind looks
for a way to escape
prison break its way
out of your skull
beat you ******
and light you on fire
on a 12am bus
downtown San Diego.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
We live for nothing but tomorrow,
In anticipation of the inevitable impending,
Our faces full of vanity, our souls dwelling in sorrow.
We pray for nothing but bliss,
Our minds clinging on to thoughts of who we used to be,
Dopplegangers of a better part of us, all turned vengeful, all gone amiss.
We are fearful of ever having to perish
And so we try, tiresomely, to hold on to the things that make us force a smile,
The things perceived noble by others, we cherish.
We wreak havoc in this lifetime granted,
Standing steadfastly by pride, prejudice and all sins alike
Committing the illicit with bravado, boasting of the hatred we have planted.
Yet, a part of us can still love, can still be compassionate, and still spurt
Unconditional warmth and caressing concern, on the things we call dear
But we are too blinded to see, too deafened to hear, by the abhorrence that envelops us,
And self-consumed, we discard them too, never stopping to look back when they’re hurt.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC