suburbia

young people searching for something of substance sure, i've known that person they've passed through the dungeon

Half in bed, half-alive

Sun is leaking through blinds

Sluggish thoughts, burning eyes

Battered guts and bludgeoned mind

Did you have fun?

Will you succumb?

 

Growing tired of the scene

Lingering on and caught between

Some vapid grief

Some wasted smiles

Worth more than those you fake

 

Suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Only place I know

 

A glass half-empty or half-full

Till someone questions what’s inside

You’d wonder why they really care

There’s nothing here

There’s nothing here

 

Suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Uniformly beautiful

 

Hidden codes, neon lights

Scripted by day, scrapped by night

Nothing to gain, nothing to lose

But there is not much here to do

Short of booze

But we’ll be ok

Reviews

[Kieran James McGovern]

hi.... i love this review! you're not trying to teach me the do's and don'ts of "poetry"... you get it! yes, it is a song, i wrote and recorded it this morning. thank yo!

[Renee Mara]

Lovely poem!~
Perhaps... (if you're musically talented) you could make it a song? :D