Left My Heart in San Francisco by GCriot05, literature
Literature
Left My Heart in San Francisco
i left my heart in san francisco
in the post-apocolyptic paradise of the Mission
from mom and pops taquerias
sippin' tamarindo
to the b-boy cyphers
bustin' top rocks to break beats and soul claps
i left my heart on Ocean Avenue
that smear of sunset, of life
accross the bland residential cemetary
in our coffee shop
chuggin' down chai in our own little oasis
i left my heart at Stonestown
nevery buying, just wreaking havoc
protesting fur trade outside wet seal
and jumping on beds in Macy's
'till we got thrown out
i left my heart at the peace march
from the Pan Handle through Golden Gate Park
gripping picket signs
and blocking
(Intro. screaming)
My heart breaks with every shot you drank
and i don't know how much more i can take
because you're stumbling over
and i'm sitting here sober
wishing i was dead like you
(verse 1)
when you're chugging down arsenic daqueris
i'm worrying myself sick
if double suicide is on your mind
then this should do the trick
so i'm poison free 'till my casket drops
wish i could say the same for you
you don't understand the X's on my hands
well sweetie, if you only knew
(chorus. sing twice)
you're broken vodka bottle
breaks right through my skin
showering you in everything
i tried to hide within
(verse 2)
what do you so
Black defining outlines,
Curving the lazy eyes.
Round and smooth,
Unblemished face.
Embraced by despondency
Attached strings of her soul.
A black dress, so sweet and dainty,
Covering a sinful flesh.
Escapism in a silver bauble,
Eternal pins of judgment.
Allowing to inhale herself,
Her sort of a fairytale.
Upon the moonlit window,
Filling the empty room
With indifference and cobwebs,
She awakens.
Haunted remnants
Attached to her breath
Her hands filled with blood,
Her feet, six feet under the ground.
Her other half,
A fallen angel of damnation,
Her own ghost,
A cause of myriad anguish.
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Darkness
It's so pretty.
Yes it is.
It's a name,
or a star,
or a hole.
Can you run,
can you walk,
can you speak,
can you talk?
Will the dark
of the night
take its toll?
Existence of crows,
elongated play.
Your mother calls home,
glide through another day.
Yes, it is.
It is a mad dash.
Or a spiraling swirl.
Or a potato mash.
Or a chemistry set,
starting fire to seers,
something no one will care,
until grazed by believers.
More in the darkness,
more in the smile,
more in the magic,
just for a while.
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Desperado
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IS no more poetry in your soul?
HAS it withered up and died...
Soaring through the wind
with the last of your love-
FOR life?
OR has it been tossed to-
the crashing waves
to be devoured...
Carelessly.Carelessness. Be careful.
Or it will disappear...
Simply, where are you and your talented poetic self? :]
(above a poem unfinished and inspired by a fellow poets absence.) -_-' lame,mayb alil.
My soul drowns in words unsaid
changes tossing the waves over my head
never gone long though,
I always seem to swim back up....
blessing or curse?
I'm not sure......
thanks for the thought and words.........i so appreciate your notes and comments..... I feel loved ;D I have some new stuff too i just need to stop bein lazy and post them. I started a 2 yr prog at the community college at the end of june........omigod i'm cramming a regular semester into two summer months (gasp for air)
so that is why the gap... I expect that sometime later in August after finals I may binge and put a whole bunch of stuff up. The school stuff after many years away from it is inspiring alot of thought.
ive never written a poem thats been answered. nice words. :]
and your welcome. i guess. but i have no room to talk since ive been gone-from here-for months.
and good for you. for going back to take some college courses. thats probably exciting, if not exhausting.(im just glad to be away from school myself.)
i cant wait till after finals you come back to post more of your poems. my lil inbox will probably be flooded all over again.
also: alkaline trio is alright. i just listen to some of their songs when they pop up on the radio. -which i cant remember at the moment- but i had to have heard some of them...