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A New Life
It's not as if we are leaves,
falling in the time of Autum.
It's not as if we are to greive,
and sink to our life's
bottom.
Because we know the time is here,
and end to all the sadness that we fear,
and just because you call
me queer,
it's not enough to draw a tear.
Emerging from our hidden existance,
can quickly end our comforted
slumber,
because without a keen persistance,
we have no choice but to go under.
but now we see the end of
pain,
just as the sun will dry the rain,
the haste and anger will start to drain,
and a new life will be ours
again.
Hate
Every day you make me sick,
I look at you and say you suck,
I think you ought to suck a dick,
you are a stupid
fuck.
I look at you so much,
I want to puke,
I wan't to give you my lunch,
you whom i rebuke.
You
are the one I see in the mirror,
Every fucking day,
you fucking faggot queer,
you are so fucking gay.
You
hate yourself,
you are a piece of shit,
the bible on the shelf,
the place where you spit.
You are not
like me,
not the person I know,
I don't think you can see,
you are dumb and slow.
If you ever know how
it feels,
to be on the other side,
under the wheels,
of some guys ride.
Maybe you know what hate is.
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Missile Silo
In a dark club past first street,
each person passed by quietly,
The place was always clean and neat,
and it was
always open nightly.
As people rushed to fill their glasses,
a rumble of voices would fill the room,
and
somehow the club caters to masses,
who all choose to enter it's gloom.
But one night there was a gunshot,
it
went through his head and out the wall,
the cause being that he was caught,
with another man in the bathroom stall
Insert name here
Soft, like my favorite blanket,
and so warm, so comfortable.
Like the magnolias in the south,
I miss them, they
bloom all year.
Like the warm freeze, pushing up the leaves,
and tossing my thougts to different places.
Freeing
my mind of the things I don't need,
giving me peace enough to sleep.
Eyes are glassy, like the lakes of my home,
skin is smooth, hands are firm,
Stands so gallant,
and hauntingly pleasant to sit with.
My mind wanders,
to warm breezes,
and nothing is wrong.
It's all good, it's all good,
man I want to float away.
Like
air, like my hopes, so light,
no need to worry, when you are around.
youre voice, I think of my old friends,
the
way they used to love me.
I am easy, so light,
I'm getting taken away, I have to go,
I have nothing to hold
on to,
nothing comforting and warm.
I have to fall to the ground,
that's where I am, just there,
not
thinking, just hoping,
that I can float away again.
I could find those clouds, and that wind,
that will carry
me to the blankets,
and my favorite place to be,
In youre arms.
Im sorry, I apologize,
I know you can't
control it,
It okay, its alright,
don't deny the way you feel.
Goodbye.
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How Jeffery Spent the Summer Daydreaming in His Closet
Jeffery would wake up and make his bed,
another day of life and not closer to freedom.
He would think about nothing
but his neighbor Fred,
who lived right next to the arbouredum.
but Jeffery did not know what was in Fred's head,
So he thought about going to ask him,
Of course, Jeffery sat there and daydreamed instead,
and as the days passed
his thoughts grew dim.
As Jeffery daydreamed each day about Fred,
He wondered if he'd ever be free,
and since
he couldn't decide he filled up his head,
and laid down quietly,
not another day did he see.
Homicide
Got into some trouble,
I wonder what it's like,
to sit in a courtroom,
to sit in a morgue.
Got a citation
It was like spinning,
On a chair,
that has no wheels.
Nervous, Anxious,
I didn't do it,
I meant
to do it,
you did it, I didn't.
Im going to school tomorrow,
Im not going to jail,
Not until,
I sit
in the courtroom,
I sat in the morgue,
and they told me something,
I wansn't supposed to hear it,
but
I did.
They said something,
It was anger,
It was sad,
DEAD
You are dead,
You are dead,
You
are dead,
You are dead.
You killed yourself,
You threw yourself through a windshield,
You hit a tree
You wrapped around a pole.
Im still sitting here,
in the courtroom,
they say,
You are going to die.
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Untitled
When he was gone,
the sun was lost,
it was just one,
but at great cost.
The life and dreams and everything,
trickle to the ground,
this day we've seen the greates thing,
lost to not be found.
Standing in the misty
haze,
a cry erupts from the stage,
to what did the miracle go,
the greatest rarity that ever glowed.
So
I'll see you tonight,
When I look at the stars,
Youll be in clear sight,
when I see you tonight.
Southern
It really is getting dark,
I should go home,
Birds swoon, and caw,
not one bird is chirping,
not one
.
Im walking down the street,
and it's getting darker,
smells funny.
No cars are passing,
no
houses near,
it is dark.
I hear footsteps,
I should have stayed,
damn.
It is too dark, it is
rural,
Im moving to
California.
How Things Are...
my favorite song is sweet emotion,
cause it starts my favorite movie,
that flick is outta sight,
and I'm not afraid
of capitalist devotion,
cause I think it's really groovy.
im not trendy or dumb or popular,
but sometimes
I don't mind paying up,
for the things I don't do right,
like taking things I didn't pay for,
it just makes me
feel so corrupt.
things are good though,
mostly I get along pretty well,
as long as my stress is light,
there
is nothing I can't do,
except I might end up in hell.
it's not that I'm a bad guy,
i make mistakes though
just like you,
but still the sun shines bright,
I do no drugs and still get high,
and I wake up feeling new.
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First Rhyme
Life is fine so relax and recline
as I define what it's like in our time.
I can't even walk down the street , have
to creep,
cause everybody's watching me stoppin me
tryin to talk to me as if I was god,
gotta go, give a nod
keep on .
Watch out cause Im on the attack, got the mic like this
and keep goin like that cause I'm flowin cause I'm
tryin survivin
it's like im ridin even though Im capsizin
gotta brighten up...
I don't read through the dictionary
but my vocabulary aint ordinary,
in fact it's extra ordinary, it keeps the rhymes flowin like cordial cherrys,
But
I get a lot of shit cause I won't sit, wont be lazy, cant go crazy, cause
it's just not right, I'll be hazy when I'm
ridin in my car smokin bud with my crew
as we pull up next to you, who knew, it was true, got me blue,
it's gotta
be coincidence, yeah just another random experience, serious like so delerious
I'm furious, gotta deliver this insatiable
package of verse, like a curse
Hope you enjoy, like a little boy, you just got a new toy, go on play it in your ride,
don't hide cause you know you like this, gotta keep on tryin this
It's like a drug like a bug that makes you fuckin
insane,
Don't play this game like you don't understand or even recognize your own name
players just keep playin and
Im cravin new bust, new trust, like lust,
like you ate all the apple pie but left the crust.
-Ross Gay
All poetry, writing, photos, and other forms of expression on this page were created by Ross Gay.
Poems By Other People
Lemon tree is so
pretty and the lemons
flower is sweet, but the
fruit of the lemon is
a thing one cannot eat
-not yet
Bye
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