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po·et·ry (p-tr)
n. Abbr. poet.

1. The art or work of a poet.
2.
a) Poems regarded as forming a division of literature.
b) The poetic works of a given author, group, nation, or kind.
3. A piece of literature written in meter; verse.
4. Prose that resembles a poem in some respect, as in form or sound.
5. The essence or characteristic quality of a poem.
6. The quality of a poem, as possessed by an object, act, or experience: the poetry of the dance movements.

Poem
::finished around 2:36am Sunday 9/24/00::

i've seen almost everything...
it's late and the veils are spreading thin..
whenever you're there with your silly twisted grin
pumped up with valium and licorice sticks
send off the message "your time has come"
muzzled and shaken im awaken in you
precision marks the points in which we've said goodbye
disregard the flag i put up in your face
and all this bullshit rhyming put up in writing makes no sense
mean what you say and say what you mean
live what you write and write what you live
the little fucker hates being ignored
it escalates to disgrace and repeats of the exact same shower
wasting typing time and gaining no comfort
surprised at an actual glance their way
sorry to inconvenience you and your party of two
dim the lettering it's not going to matter
all hope faded once more on that final delay

..but like i said..

...i've seen almost everything...

Transatlantic Static

When you find yourself wishing you were half your age
And another page in the book of life flips over
You'll start to see that all you've learned has been erased
No more pats of reassurance, you've returned to doubts and disgrace
the smiles turn to grimaces and pebbles to pumices
and all you have is your anger to face
Within all the pessimistic views you carry, still lies hope
That chances lead to miracles, or fate will take its course
that the hope will turn to happiness and extinguish the remorse
Yet its still not in your reach, so you mumble and moan
Each day a heavier load to bare
Whisk back that hair that covers your face
You'll never be a supermodel
Stares at shopping mall manequins you fill with envy
Theyre hard plastic smiles are much stronger then yours
Return that size 2 dress, it'll never fit
In fantasies we never live out real life
Polish those debts till they're gone and forgotten
One less thing to worry about, one less moan
its only a stupid mortgage...............just your childrens home

-poem by: Andy Alker & Jessica Hernandez-
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