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yesterday’s news litters the streets as a
new wave of hypocrisy is advertised on the corner
a broken family huddles in the bus shelter and
a little boy holds his balloon tight against the gale
the same old man is sitting near the post office
whittling away at another indistinguishable shape
while buses send clouds of rotting pollution into the air
and carbon monoxide is exhaled through cigarettes
today there is no extraordinary amongst the ordinary
there is no beauty in the commonplace routines
there is nothing different to be found
and there are no epiphanies to be had
hippie chicks flock to the town hall steps
proclaiming far fetched notions of equality
and narcissistic teens discuss their latest lacerations
whilst self proclaimed artists hurry to the slam
grey lit paths lead away into the daily humdrum
as mundane thoughts fill the minds of passer-bys
today’s news will soon belong to uncaring yesterday
with all affectations of interest dropped
how loud can silence get?
it’s resounding in my ears; deafening me
SHH. I can't take the noise anymore
oh how I hate the ordinary
endlessly the same, a circle of monotony
the continuity is grinding down and…
there are no epiphanies to be had
…but maybe I just found one
new wave of hypocrisy is advertised on the corner
a broken family huddles in the bus shelter and
a little boy holds his balloon tight against the gale
the same old man is sitting near the post office
whittling away at another indistinguishable shape
while buses send clouds of rotting pollution into the air
and carbon monoxide is exhaled through cigarettes
today there is no extraordinary amongst the ordinary
there is no beauty in the commonplace routines
there is nothing different to be found
and there are no epiphanies to be had
hippie chicks flock to the town hall steps
proclaiming far fetched notions of equality
and narcissistic teens discuss their latest lacerations
whilst self proclaimed artists hurry to the slam
grey lit paths lead away into the daily humdrum
as mundane thoughts fill the minds of passer-bys
today’s news will soon belong to uncaring yesterday
with all affectations of interest dropped
how loud can silence get?
it’s resounding in my ears; deafening me
SHH. I can't take the noise anymore
oh how I hate the ordinary
endlessly the same, a circle of monotony
the continuity is grinding down and…
there are no epiphanies to be had
…but maybe I just found one
we have to write a poem for school.
it isnt due in for a while (its part of a 'writing' folder') so please tell me what i can improve on it
or maybe i'll write a whole different one. who knows?
oh and for those you don't know.. when i say 'slam' i mean a poetry slam where poems are read out in comps
it isnt due in for a while (its part of a 'writing' folder') so please tell me what i can improve on it
or maybe i'll write a whole different one. who knows?
oh and for those you don't know.. when i say 'slam' i mean a poetry slam where poems are read out in comps
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*dictionary* I have a small vocab, ok? fancy words... *grumble* Cool though! Your silence is linked well even though it is somewhat irrelevant to the broader theme of the monotony of time. You should consider reading up on/viewing Collins Street, 5pm by John Brac I think his name is. Anyway, similar theme. writing folder... >.> need to work on that...