"elli" poems
He's a cynic,
she's a motley fool
they go through time;
witty, in opposite directions
Together they make up
the string of Time:
everlasting, effervescing,
shimmering a long a line.
In contrast they balance
In not like features they oppose
Uneducated or wise,
each to the same degree.
They balance like 6 and 9,
fitting like
two paisleys
in the same sphere
Likewise they despise and love:
in the same degree, at the same time
Everlasting, effervescing,
shimmering a long a line.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
The young girl walked very slowly
down a crowded and noisy street.
Head bowed feeling alone and lowly
not wanting to talk shuffling her feet.
Dejection showed on her pretty face
looking much older than her years.
Yet another statistic lost without trace
in the dingy streets where evil appears.
Each day filled with such deep despair
forced to be abused just to survive.
Feeling no decent human was out there
not caring whether she was dead or alive.
Sixteen years had passed Elli by
parents had throwing her out at fourteen.
Confused and upset giving up wondering why
learning how life could be so mean.
Met a man she thought was so nice
but he introduced her to drugs.
Which led within a short time to vice
he was a **** one of the many thugs.
Deep in the rut unable to escape
just felt death was her only escape.
Desperately she called a good mate
who unknown to her had joined the police.
Through powerful inner strength and will
she broke away from this bottomless pit.
Now a happy eighteen year old no longer ill
she survived to tell the tale happy and fit.
The Foureyed Poet.
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
That's right
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It's a little abstract I haven't I've hardly rhymed
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Alright IDE that's right walken
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC