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Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
This whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,

feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying,

can’t get through to the new school,
try memes,
can’t get the truth through to these dudes,
they keep denying,

I mean what does it mean,
when a black kid’s not even safe in his own yard,
assassinated in his grandmother’s backyard,
story retold by the grandma of Stephon Clark,
trained killers hunted him down and ****** him,
maybe he would’ve survived if his skin was a little less dark,
maybe to see the light first we need a spark,
trying to keep it together even though things seem to be falling apart,

the use of deadly force is often excessive,
but penalties on the killers are rarely enforced,
as if a police officer’s badge is a license to ****,
it’s not any less savage because they’re in uniform,

what does that say of our society,
when boys getting killed my men is the norm,
and us kids are sick of it more than a little bit,
school shootings cop shooting what’s going on,

and where are our leaders at times like this,
I mean shout out to Emma Gonzalez,
I respect her heart and congratulate her courage,
but why do adults have to learn from kids,

where are our role models,
where is the love,
global warming it’s heating up,
still kids get killed in cold blood,

this is not a front,

I’m not fronting,
I’m not faking,
I’m whole foods,
they’re all bacon,

fat no protein,
facts no smoke dreams,
fact is these pros need practice,
because this whole country’s a crime scene,

every day another cover up,
got cameras on every block,
still when a kid gets shot,
it seems like the body cams are always covered up,

how can it be 2018,
where we’re constantly under surveillance,
yet we never see the footage of cops,
when they shoot civilians,

and I’m trying to stay patient,
but I’m running out a patience,

and it’s not just cops killing kids,
kids are killing kids too,
but most people don’t even want to hear about it,
let alone actually get up and move,

wanna know how many people have been killed by guns,
millions and millions in the United States alone,
and no one is safe not even a 22 year old kid,
siting in the backyard of his grandmother’s home,

this whole place is a Danger Zone,

this whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,

feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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beelzebub jones Mar 2014
tweakers tweakers everywhere.  there's barely room to stand.
little knots of junkies nod.  i think they're with the band.
ravers... rolling.  round and round.  chewing fruity gum.
cokeheads chatting. chatting chatty chats.  i feign i'm deaf and dumb.
stoners take it all by calm.  in need of nothing save visine.
drinkers drink.  until they puke.  get sad or just plain mean.
pill poppers pop to **** the pain.  or relieve life's daily stress.
remember!
you can always do a little more but not a little less.
Timothy Brown Mar 2013
Blood splattered across the table
Life personified in fables

Mother goose fantasies
Overshadowed reality

Matter of fact
Splatters are galaxies

Stabilizing
through Visine

Bloodshot eyes
Leaked tears

Membrane lining
Littered across the table
© March 23rd, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Mike Hauser Sep 2014
I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs
Are packed away in a lock box
Somewhere in New York City
Under golden key and lock

I can't help but wonder
About what it is he sees
Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box
For all of eternity

Do they pull them out and dust them off
Every now and then
Let them look around without a sound
A wink without a grin

Are they kept inside a pickle jar
Or do they roll around freely
These are a few of the questions
That keep confounding me

Do they MC square as they sit there and stare
Do they soak them in Visine
They must dry out rather quickly
With no way to possibly blink

Why would they save Albert's eyeballs
What could they possibly find
Unless they just love the color
Of the brown tint in his eyes
I heard today that they have Albert Einstein's eyeballs in a lock box somewhere in NYC. no idea if its true but it makes for one crazy poem!
Tammy M Darby Mar 2019
Late one nice warm evening
Came a very loud knock upon my door
It was a complete stranger
Tired bewildered and lost
Now imprisoned in my dark magical woods

A gracious host of course
I bowed and extended my hand and stated
Please come in, dear friend take a seat and let’s discuss pressing matters
Such as the ghost to my left or the ghoul to the right dressed in tatters

As you can plainly see I am playing poker with the 3 eyed demons of the 4th night
Who infamous cheaters like the mummies rarely ever get a second invite
The vampires are sitting in the shadows where they think no one may see
Putting visine in their red eyes
White roses in black lapels and sharpening their pointed teeth

The werewolves yellow dripping fangs
Are climbing the curtains growling
Come the rising of the round moon
The goblins little monsters stroll in nosily
Angrily demanding recognition which is rightly their due

The witches spitting and cursing their hats
Hopped clumsily off their brooms
While the strongest warlocks were locked in battle
Throwing spells across the amber walled room

They have arrived for my banquet
As all have received the coveted invitations before
When some foolish stranger like you
Unaware knocks upon my door,

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M Darby March 2, 2019.
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Humorous Dark Poetry
Llahi Fuego Aug 2013
8 am
I'm half asleep on the bed, she's looking for her *******
On the floor, blue thong
She bends to pick it up and oh
Look at how sweetly those ******* hang.
She puts her hand across her chest
Cupping one breast as if she's protecting it.
Pulling up her jeans now
Zip. Button.
Looks at herself in the mirror
Fixes hair, hurriedly.
Moves closer and examines eyes
Pulls cap off little Visine bottle, then
Drop-
Drop-
Blink blink.
Catches my reflection in the mirror,
Smiles.
But this is morning, we can't look at each other more than two seconds
Without it getting awkward.

She walks over to the bed
Leans over, kisses me, then says
I had a really good time.

My life is like this.

A lot of hits,
Never number one.
We blazed and the memory after was so hazy
I unpaused the video and continued where we left off
And put visine in my eyes because of the irritation
I thought it would clear the path of what was to come
Back and forth of 20 questions left unanswered
Because it was overwhelming and the light was too bright
So you put on your all black shades to tame it and soon those 20 questions came down to 0
I left purgatory, not anymore caught in between the two
I repented my sins , my reward was you
Although it wasn't what I had wanted at first Beggars can't be choosers
I'm glad I get to have your body as much we want
I'm glad I get to have as many pills touch my tongue and put me in trans
I'm glad I get to have your cold breath give my neck goosebumps until I have to fade into the real world of drunken nights, pills, responsibilities , bills, cranky professors, being psychedelically in touch with nature, enjoying the breeze.
TyRon Straughter Oct 2010
It's been plenty of times that I thought about you.
This is just to let you know I haven't forgot about you.
I hope you haven't forgot about me because I wouldn't be the man that they see, not without you.
I still rememeber the day we first meet.
I remember our first kiss better than my first breath.
And before you love seemed worthless but after you it all seems worth it.
On the road to the next you gave me these high beams
You're the reason for this wordplay and rhyme scheme.
Somehow you caused all of the red in my eyes and by surprise you were also my visine.
Now I don't have a destination so I need no GPS
But my favorite drug is affection and their is no CVS
But notice how I've yet to run
The best of me has yet to come
But when it does you still gon have it
If not then I fear you'll grab it.
But the first time you did it ended so tragic
But the force that connects us must mirror that of a magnet
Going back is clearly not an option though
Because breaking my heart was very optional
Yet you chose the road of a murderer by trying to **** my soul but you only put it in the hospital.
Since that day I still haven't made a full recovery
Now I got other girls out here loving me
But an injury sustained heart can only have so much to give which in turn makes not wanna speak on any of this publicly
With all this uttered and said
Hopefully this composition doesn't go over your head
Just know that I'll still love you for eternity and Ill find the heart to forgive you for all that you've done before I'm over and dead
Zulu Samperfas May 2012
You walk across the street
and get run over by a truck
It happens to the best of us
Even those with luck

First there comes the adrenaline rush
Then comes the real hit
You're spattered across the pavement
Thinking, this is it

I'm being metaphorical, so I don't mean it's real
It's just what happens when something bad
finally slips, and you reel

There's tears in awkward places
You discover that at work
No one bothered to design a place for crying
So you're feeling like a dork

There's sleepless nights
Trips on your break
to buy some premium Visine

Time goes on and a new plan emerges
from your psychic mist
And even if you still feel down
You know everyone takes a hit

The thing is to keep going on
take on the role of gracious loser
That's really all that's left
Now you can't be a chooser

Gradually, you become attached
to new goals, hopes and dreams
and looking back
maybe it won't be
as bad as it seemed
Zulu Samperfas Aug 2012
Many years ago
I'd watch TV shows
then there'd come the ads
and I'd be a little mad
and women cooked and cleaned
and used a little Visine
And took care of the kids
And men did their important work
And also had their play
so when I look today
I'd think 30 years, it may
have changed some things
But it's still the same it seems
Deyer Aug 2018
I get lost in the content. My eyes ache at the pain that burns around the world. No visine will ease the heat. I scroll and see a shooting followed by a dash cam of an accident followed by a cute puppy followed by some family drama followed by a selfie followed by

it's unending, and there's nothing to be done, so I scroll and scroll and scroll, giving as much attention to the meaningless and the meaningful. It's all the same to me.
Graff1980 Aug 2017
Good morning Springfield
how are you?
don’t you know me
I’m your working son?
I’m the poet who
drives up from Litchfield
and I’ll be heading home
when my shift is done.

Well, here comes the sun.
My shift is almost done.
I’m tired as I can be
without falling asleep.
As I head home
I hear good songs
playing on my cellphone.
I wish that they were louder
because that music is usually better
then what is playing on my radio.

I stop once or twice
after a long work night
to drop a pound of ****
and keep driving home.
Orange hazes paint the sky
but my eyes are tired and dry
and I can barely keep them open.
So, I turn the AC up full blast
as the early truckers speed on past.
Drops of visine and shades to help me see
as I stretch my right arm
on the seat right next to me.

One last song before my exit,
I hear Willie Nelson sing,
“Good Morning America,
I’m the Train they call New Orleans.”
Then I hit repeat to hear the song again
before my car come rolling in.
Now, I am finally home my friend.
The Fire Burns Jan 2018
Eyes burn,
with visions,
despite lids closed,
the candle burns at both ends,
with things that cannot
be unseen,
or rinsed away,
with visine.
T R S Apr 2020
I cleared my crusty eyes with Visine after a half hearted attempt
to better clean up the mess made of my glass ***** of heart.


Stammered pockets of red hot sauce have been ladled into our
signature oak-barrel bed spread.


So, in everyone's best interest, breakfast has been rescheduled for tomorrow morning, and we will be happy to see if you're not dead.
Brie Williams Aug 2020
We pass around orajel and visine
Manzanas y tangerines
We marvel at red white and green
Hugs are kisses and kisses should be seen
Turning around cookies
so thin
A revolucíon of what could have been
Of girls saying don’t look
And boys saying read books
And the result is being booked and taken back to the truck

— The End —