My homeIs not like yoursIt has one windowAnd zero doorsMy workIs where I liveDollar bills I takeAnd goods I giveMy lifeIs not so badI need no jacketNor any hatMy hopeIs for a girlWho needs only me And not the worldMy partI sell my wallsMags outside, cigs inDon’t buy them all
Very clever, Nevets!
Okay...so today's flashy fiction is poetry, eh? Well then...One glance at this commercial façade, oh?Just like the Cask of Amontillado...he’s walled in in his enclosurewhich is full of glossy exposurebut in his world, it is all apropos.Magazines, cigarettes touristy needsare sold while he fingers ancient prayer beads -his living, he ekes out (with a bit on the side)but for his family, he at least can provideso in his world, all would say he succeeds.
Wow, love that, Lightverse. Great poems!
Hidden doors in doors to windowed worldsineffable but for telescope lensesthat leave us pensivewishing and spending on liveswe can't be likebut if we buy, we might dream rightfrom the wallet to the godsof Hollywood plasticand smalltown tragic"Tell a story, make it sadder!"Tip the idol, watch it shatterA shack of lies and smoked glass mirrorspeddled to peoplethat won't hear my wordsbecause that would take courageAnd we're only after escapeJustonemoreHollywood"We're all out, ma'm"
Woo, Poetry Day. I guess we're celebrating the month of April today? Good ones, Nevets, Lighty.Looking forward to what everyone else brings. Who's got the limmericks?
Wow - very cool, BN!
poetry addition?! Hold on... I'll be back.
The magazine I wanted Was way up highDamn itTypicalI asked the guyCan you help me?He gruntedNoWTF?How does he makeAny money?Customers equal cashI leftThe door slammed behindI’ll never go there againJerk
Hmmmm, Heather...sounds like the voice of experience here. lolGreat poem!
I hadn't quite realized what I was starting, but I'm glad it took off. Fun and diverse stuff there! RJ, way to both reference Poe and then rhyme the reference with a syllable that's pronounced /poe/. Bonus points!B, nice bit of dark commentary, neo-beatnick crafstmanship.Heather, now that's a raw slice of life!
Whoa! Nevets called me dark. That's scary, lol.I'm pissed @ that guy too Heather.Somebody needs to tell him that haterz don't make dollerz.
haterz don't make dollerzOMG! AWESOME! hahahaha. I need to work that into my MS.
hahahahaYeah, B, when I say you're dark, you better start checking for shadows in your soul...
Wow, I missed some great fun today! Excellent writing!!
And Now For Some Bad HaikuFragile paper hutConsumed by blustery windsStalwart words prevail