"thirteens" poems
**The Australian Thirteens
(Black)**
Your mummy took a beating
Your daddy's drinking beer
Your brother's lost his eyesight
Your sister's disappeared
The thirteens. Right on
Your cousin’s sniffing petrol
Your Uncle's in the cells
Your buddy's begging money
To spend in the hotel
The thirteens. Right on
And you, you make me shameful
To see the state you're in
I tell you live like we do
But all you do is grin
at
The thirteens. Right on.
**The Australian Thirteens
(White)**
Your mother’s hooked on botox
Your daddy’s with the guys
Your sister's anorexic
She fades before your eyes
The Thirteens. Right on
Your daughter is a ******
Your son beats queers for fun
Your priests ****** your children
And you just move them on
The Thirteens. Right on.
You living in that city
And buying all that stuff
And still you look unhappy
Cos you'll never have enough
No
The thirteens. Right on.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 5:02 AM UTC
A pop singer never hits the note,
But still makes a hit.
Your feet belongs in a ten,
But you try to make the thirteens fit.
We tend to hide behind the strong,
But we feel courageous.
On the surface we must stop hiding,
Learn your place, look Life in its face.
Our classification has moved to the point,
That either we're ****** or kings, ******* or queens.
In my mind I don't believe it,
I think this is their way of pulling strings.
Have you ever wondered why liquor is on every corner?
They want us to drink to our grave.
We need to break the chains inside our very mind,
Because little do we know we're living as mental slaves.
Life is a moment, but the soul is eternal,
So no need to ask why,
We walk telling no truth,
Because we live the truest lie.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
The week beginning
The seventh of the tenth
Twenty thirteens from my final death
Wings clipped now, time is done
Madness has manifest
straight after sweet love
Scouring the undertow
dusky and dusted
I dream of the willow
pure yet untrusted
I envision a broken halo
charred, shattered and rusted;
utterly finished, diminshed
as if we have never lived
All this respect we had claimed and craved
Caught our fire and went up in frames of flames
And the lie that called us all to see
Eye to eye has fallen three degrees
So if you hear the sound of my voice again,
then know I'm three thirteens, awaiting death
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
I haven't been able to think about you without crying
To look at your picture on my wall was too painful
It may have been better if you had died, like Dominick
But you didn't, no you still exist
Strong and persistant in my memory and alive and well somewhere else
I wonder if you meant all those hurtful words you said
I saw pictures of you today happy and smiling
Did I really make your life a sad dark hell?
Or is that just what you're telling yourself
Is that just your sad pathetic excuse
For giving yourself a reason to cut me loose
Because we were drifting a part so slowly
You were the only person who knew me that well
To know the little words that would **** me
So you made sure to say them, knew what insults to spew
I'm starting to think you wanted me to hate you
You told me not to cry, but you knew I would
I'm telling myself all the things you knew I would
That i'm a horrible person, I don't deserve to be loved
That all of my efforts were wasted, never enough
But I hope you know, I'm not the only one I blame
I'm not dense enough to think friendships are one way
You could've made an effort, you could've made a step
Hell there are so many different things you even could've just said
Let me know where we were headed, cause I didn't even know
But instead you left me here all alone
Justifying your actions with the things that killed me
Along with stupid other petty things
You said you feel "I'm adjusting just fine"
Then suggested you'll live your life, and I'll live mine
Whatever happened to the days, for thirteens years
Where we were like family through blood sweat and tears
Your mom isn't there for me like another mom anymore
All of your selfish (or was it selfless) motives closed that door
I keep blaming myself, I rant and then I blame you
I go down the long list of all the stupid reasons why our firendship is through
And what it boils down to, is we bit off more then we could chew
This distance was too much for us it tore us both apart
You were just the stronger one, for finally freeing your heart
May 3, 2011
May 3, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
IS it Me?
or just my soul
that needs this space
so as a man i can feel whole.
Is it just me?
or just what i am told
that now I need this space.
I can not sleep
and in the thirteens years never have
slept the time of time.
Cardinal number
of a man getting old
my blood boils down, I am man getting old.
Temperature taken out
please woman do not organize my soul
for I am just this man.
And I see the rain fall
now i think did I put those plants out
woman do not try to take hold of me.
And if you find this,
as a man that can no loger think of himself
then woman, whom is in the wrong?
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC