Angsty High School Poetry - Part II

I read this one, and I rather liked it.

The church rings,
A clattering stone.
A drunk pair of lovers,
see themselves as lovers,
streaked across the inky sky.
Yet the approaching officer,
sees only but two drunkards,
strewn across the filthy street.

A rousal, they wake.
No longer does their classical life exist.
Cats and dogs holler
like the belching of an uncle
the cries of a woman
fighting over a fish head
pierce the soft underbelly
of the morning calm.

The lovers sit,
covered in filth.
Wondering, whether or not,
if when they drank,
truly were they with the gods.

November 26th, 2006

Angsty High School Poetry - Part I

I found a bunch of poems from my high school days when I was still dating Kim, and god were my poems and handwriting total shit.

Love, oh how she exists
In many way a shape or form
Like young lovers sitting
below the sading palmettos
under a rose red sky.
Or like the quiet carousel
standing silently in the park
once loved by all
and now,
paint peeling from the noses,
falled in flakes like show.
Or maybe like two ancient
gnarled trees
whose limbs grow knobbly
and old like the knuckles
of grandfather's hand
Althought weathered,
by time and the elements
but branches still embrace entangled
underneath the vast cloud of night.
What love may be,
I see it everywhere.
In life, in mind
and in you.

June 21st, 2006