BlackDayz

Tag: life

  • She

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

  • The USS Towers: A Sailor’s Lament

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    There she is, Rusting under the fucking waves,Our eternal mistress sleeps,steel heart still. We’re topside now,but her ghost still raves,In the depths where our memories chill. Her engines’ dirty growl echoes in my head,stale AC’s sour breath,salt on my tongue. Our small destroyer,pitching, we bled, Puking our guts out, God, how we are wishing we…

  • Girl with Dirty Feet

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    M.Hatter
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    Me and my girl,the girl with dirty feet, We used to pass the days by sitting on the porch,the evening wind satisfying and warm.   She draped her legs over my lapas waves of orange and purplewashed over us,cleansing us fromthe hard day.   Not a sound could be heard, except the softsnores from our…

  • Road Rage Romance

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    M.Hatter
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    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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    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…

  • Memory

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    In a dark, smoky corner of a forgotten bar, Where the neon lights flicker like dying stars, I sit alone, with a drink in hand, A man whose life never went as planned. My fingers trace the rim of the glass, Each scratch a memory of a love that didn’t last, The stale air heavy…

  • Longing

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    In the quiet of his solitude, beneath the sky so wide, An old man sits and thinks of youth, of love he’d cast aside. Back to a time when he was young, in the heart of Chicago’s glow, Working at the local Denny’s, where life seemed to move slow. Her name was Sherri, fiery and…

  • What would you do

    What would you do

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    I often wonder what happens at that precise moment when someone passes in their sleep. We are quick to say they went peacefully. Which implies they simply went to sleep, never woke up or had any understanding of what was happening. But…what if they did? What if… You’re asleep and there’s an interruption in your…