Murky shadows creep over grim, pock-marked pavement
As the bloated sun sinks below the crooked mountain line
And people in their houses become incresaingly aware that something is not where it should be
Lights come on
Children stare
The chill in your heart says:
'Time to go home'


If that's not irony then I don't know what is

Sing it up, asshole

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BlackTropic84

Ahhh! There's A Dick In My Eye!

The Sun Is Up, The World Is Flat
Damn Good Address For A Rat

Nice!!! I love your second poem! Reminds me a lot of Pink Floyd's "Eclipse," which goes...

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.



I'LL eat the sparkly bird poop cookies!!!

See, when we joked we'd never leave here
It wasn't quite a lie
Because where ever else I've been
Part of me has stayed behind;

Belittled by the wider world
Running from upper middle class roots
Consciously avoiding meaning
Higher than the sun
Knowing we'd amount to nothing
Too scared to even smile

Huddled together for comfort
Clinging to each other for strength
Yet each of us,
in our own way
Alone.

If that's not irony then I don't know what is

No one comes to me in dreams
and no one whispers my name at night
no one tells me where to go
and no one does me any good
no one ever told me why
and no one ever says goodbye


I think I like it better this way.

If that's not irony then I don't know what is

Hey! Turns out you DON'T know what irony is!

Bananas! Bananas! Bananas? BANANAS!

In reply to:

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Hey! Turns out you DON'T know what irony is!

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Well, that was implied, but...

If that's not irony then I don't know what is

I ran into you on the street the other day
Your eye was better, my lip was fine
We didn't have much to say
I couldn't ask what I had to
What I needed to know

Because I've paid my pound of flesh for what I've done
But whatever happened to you?

Yeah well,
Free wine always comes at such a price
And ours was a high as any
But we took it then
and we'll take it again
But, you see,

I took my 13 silver peices for my part
What was the price you were paid?

If that's not irony then I don't know what is

You had the misfortune to approach me
lost in a vodka haze
when I thought it would be a good idea
to do something
more foolish than usual

What can I say?
I didn't think I'd live to regret it
but, unfortunately,
the intervention of an ambulance
set me back on my feet

Fuckers,
a few drinks and they're all over you
like flies
to the steaming pile of shit
that you probably think I am

But, I'm not all to blame
I mean,
you were warned from the start.
Yeah, you got a bad deal
but that's your own fucking fault
You should blame yourself
Being slavishly devoted
to the idea that you can mould
a whisper of a human being
into something worth while

You have bad taste in men, sweetheart

If that's not irony then I don't know what is

You don't know what you're getting into
but you can't claim I never tried
to say I was something I wasn't
But you just shut me up

And I kind of like that

But, haven't you known me too long
to start entertaining thoughts like these?
Although, I can't be anything but optimistic
about someone who has seen me at my worst
but can still hope for the best

If that's not irony then I don't know what is