Baby tonight we're gonna take it slow,


First an excellent dinner and then we'll catch a show,


We'll watch the sunset, red, pink and orange,


up in the mountains of Blorenge.


Watch movies all night long,


and then I'm going to write you a long love song


Fall asleep beside you, tousling your hair,


baby in Heaven I'll see you there.


Take me to a place I've never been,


We are such a better couple than Barbie and Ken.


Your emerald green eyes suck me in,


Tall, lean, fat, freckled, and thin,


I don't care the way you look,


I'm a fish and you're the hook.

Walking by yourself is nice and quiet
Birds chirping, bright sunny sky,
What's not to love about it?
However when you're left alone
That's when you face your inner demons
And you can't tune them out
It's when you go crazy, go mad
Start to climb the limbs of trees
And bang your chest like King Kong
It's when you cry of sadness
Weep a river longer than the Nile
And drown in it
It's when you begin to really think
And want to shoot your brains out
And keep on wondering.....
It's when you want to run the distance of the Earth
Run a 10K on every continent
And fall asleep on your bed
However when you fall asleep....
That's when you face your inner demons

a mischievous smile,
one shoulder raised
defiance
she knows betrayal

nothing is hidden
her feelings are naked
daunting
she knows heartbreak

a mask is plastered on
but behind it
fear
She knows loss

a man with dark hair
drinks in his hand
shyness
she knows him

she opens her mouth
about to plead
stop
she lets him in

his arms are open
ready for her to enter
landing
she goes home

How can I live
If I'm always asleep
It's the apocalypse
Dead people walking

Nobody's awake
They can't see that what's killing them
Is in front of their eyes
They go on walking everyday

Nobody to confide in
It's all a scam
This life we're living
But we keep on pushing on

How can I live
If I'm always asleep
It's the apocalypse
Dead people walking

Nobody's awake
They can't see that what's killing them
Is in front of their eyes
They go on walking everyday

Ignoring the cheats, the liars
The way it should be
But every breath we take is polluting the world
We suck it all up and try
Try to enjoy this hellhole

How can I live
If I'm always asleep
It's the apocalypse
Dead people walking

Everyday I wake up
At the same time
It's routine, clockwork
This world is monochromatic
Everything is derelict
Torn apart

This is the apocalypse

Everyday
Cars pass by
Red, black, and white
They're all different

But even more different are the people in them
Mothers, employees, sailors
All going to different places
Work, home, a party

Their lives are all changing, moving
A divorce, a crush, a new job
Wether they slave through it
Or charge at their goals

Everyday
Cars pass by
Red, black, and white
They're all different

But even more different are the people in them
Lawyers, doctors, teenagers
All going to different places
A funeral, the movies, a picnic

A different story for each one
Behind the wheel or in the backseat
Child or baby, adult or elderly
Their live are in motion, constantly

Everyday I look out the window
And into another's
Some look up and smile
Some are too busy to see

Some look up with look of annoyance
Too stressed out
About their new job,
Or having to get to the hospital in time

Everyday
Cars pass by
Red, black, and white
They're all different

But even more different are the people inside them

My POV



I was a star,


And I was starstruck,


yet it was more like lovestruck,


and I was stuck on you.


Literally, stuck on you.


I would follow you around,


horrible paparazzi,


I probably annoyed you,


and I was a fool.


I just wanted to be noticed by you,


because I really liked you.


You held around a heart shaped card,


I peer over your shoulder and


You turn around and walk the other way


It's been a year now, and I've left you alone


"Go away." You say, my feelings hurt.


"I don't like you."


Well thanks, you've made that pretty clear.


But I wish you would've told me that from the start.







His POV



Oh look. My very own personal stalker,


I never signed up for this.


All I can do is gawk at her,


She smiles and walks over,


All bubbly and happy,


I just can't wait until next October.


I don't like you go away,


please, leave me alone and stop talking to me.


You're not my type, I'm out of your league,


You're like a dog, a pest, so please just flee.


I don't care about what you have to say-


Even if it's been a year you're still the same.


Try starting up a conversation-


Please. You're really lame.


I have a girlfriend, you know.


Who's much prettier than you, and


much cooler than even Vincent Van Gogh.


Oh, you don't like me anymore? Thank God.

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Literary Terms



Personification: attribution of human nature or human characteristics to something nonhuman/  figure intended to represent an abstract quality, a symbol.



Sonnet: a poem of fourteen lines.



Elegy: a mournful poem written as a lament for the dead.