BlackDayz

Tag: dark poem

  • She

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    by

    M.Hatter
    in

    She caught me on the street.She wanted to say,“Go fuck yourself”,ButI beat her to it.And so she did.

  • The Weight of Mistakes

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    by

    M.Hatter
    in

    People learn from their mistakes—or so they should. But do they really? Your mistakes come in the form of margin calls, bills to be paid,or some thug named Louie who visits,when you’re not expecting. Or do you? Your penance? Loose change. Rattling in pockets.Heavy enough to notice. Too light to break a window. But forgiving—Ah,…

  • In the Yellow Maverick

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    by

    M.Hatter
    in

    Out on the open road,a young boy, should’ve been in school,instead, a passenger,riding down highways from one trouble spot to the next. We always left just in time,before shit hit the fan,before we made long-lasting friends,before report cards arrived,before we got comfortable,before we called it home,before we felt ashamed of who we were. We hit…

  • Road Rage Romance

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    by

    M.Hatter
    in

    Out on the highway,crossing the great American landscape,I had a girl with me, hungry and eager. Pulled in, took a piss, had a cig,got her some food. Back on the road, she excitedly opened the bag.“Where’s your food?” she asked.“I’m not hungry,” I said. Truth is, I wasn’t. “Well, then I’m not hungry…” she said,…

  • Joe

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    by

    M.Hatter
    in

    Joe was a boy of 12, big for his age,they sure did make boys tough back then. His head was as large as a basketball,greasy hair parted on the left,swooping down, covering one eye.A scar on his lip made him look meanand deranged. Oh yeah, the jury was split on old Joe,right down the middle.Half…