Sunday, January 31, 2010

creative writing

i had to write this poem for creative writing,
i think it sucks,
and maybe you might too,
however this situation is saddening to me,

His eyes were painted yellow like the dandelions she grew in her garden

His teeth were stained a tangerine orange,

His toe nails were curved hawks talons,

His breath smelled of fierce alcohol,

His veins showed, and danced around wildly,

His legs looked pregnant,

His bottle of alcohol was his sad sidekick,

His wallet was his pride,

His wife is dying.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

it never works out.