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I found peace in KFC,
And prayed to Buzzfeed.
I danced for central heat
And begged the stars for my mom.
Thought peace would be in KFC,
Hoping for a greasy home,
But the skin was not crispy,
And I still feel alone.
Plus the sham lacked biscuits
Albeit they had shoe string fries
But the Coke was off
And I knew it was a lie.
When I got sick, I cried.
The pharmacy did not
Carry my mom in stock,
Instead they gave me a shot.
Fortified blanket stockade,
I holed up in my room,
I stared at my laptop
Until dark evening grew.
Heatless winter wears coats to sleep.
You can always feel ten fingers.
You can shower but shiver,
Wishing you stayed dirty.
Paid homage in KFC,
And prayed to Buzzfeed.
I danced for central heat
And begged the stars for my mom.
And prayed to Buzzfeed.
I danced for central heat
And begged the stars for my mom.
Thought peace would be in KFC,
Hoping for a greasy home,
But the skin was not crispy,
And I still feel alone.
Plus the sham lacked biscuits
Albeit they had shoe string fries
But the Coke was off
And I knew it was a lie.
When I got sick, I cried.
The pharmacy did not
Carry my mom in stock,
Instead they gave me a shot.
Fortified blanket stockade,
I holed up in my room,
I stared at my laptop
Until dark evening grew.
Heatless winter wears coats to sleep.
You can always feel ten fingers.
You can shower but shiver,
Wishing you stayed dirty.
Paid homage in KFC,
And prayed to Buzzfeed.
I danced for central heat
And begged the stars for my mom.
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The Election
The Election
Once in a country not very far away,
An election was coming in a couple of days,
Three candidates with three agendas had set out to run,
The people would choose when the campaigning was done.
Billionaire Donald lived in a tower of gold,
His ego defied logic and his words were so bold,
He intimidated his opponents spewing fear to win,
and promised to make America great again.
Hillary lied at her rallies and acted true blue,
Pantsuit would preach equality as systemic racism grew,
Minorities flocked to her for overdue civil rights,
While her Foundation sold out to other countries every night.
Sweet Bernie cared for the tall and
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Echos Through
The empty halls echos with the laughter of ghost past. As
the rain hits the roof and thunder bangs like a drum. The
heart beats louder and breaks easily. With every jump
you make a piece fall. The pictures fell off the wall and
shattered glass went everywhere. Oh how it glisten in the
light like glittered. So shiny. The biggest piece catches the
eye and stabs through the pupil. The tears run black and
bruise the skin...
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Welcome To...
Welcome to my Nightmare
My own unliving Hell
Where thoughts and dreams are scarred and scared
And none may live to tell
A place of fear and death and gore,
Hopes lie bleeding on the floor
Where dreams will die, none live to tell
Darkest secrets, burnt in Hell
Who cares for thoughts, for peace of mind
When all you know is wrapped inside
Behind the curtain of the lies
with scant light falling by the side
The side of hate and fear and woe
Where goes the burning hatred's show
This is the hell where I often go
The Nightmare I pray you never know.
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I cannot remember the last thing I submitted. I'm in Peru for three more weeks and have been here for two. I got sick and homesick. I miss my mom's food. I knew I would get a little homesick but not like this.
In the main square called the Plaza de las Armas there is a KFC which I went to after my second shot of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. They really did not have biscuits nor potato wedges. It was disappointing but I still ate my shitty American food all the same. Also I did hole up in my room just looking at Buzzfeed articles and videos. Plus I did want my mommy. No one ever tells you that you will want your mommy even if she yells at you to go to the doctor over skype. Or as my mother says "the skype"
Please feel free to share your homesick story or greasy fast food story while travelign because you cracked and wanted processed food. Not to mention, critiques are always welcome, I tried to keep a 7 syllable beat but there are 5, 6, and 8 syllable lines in there. Peace out.
In the main square called the Plaza de las Armas there is a KFC which I went to after my second shot of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. They really did not have biscuits nor potato wedges. It was disappointing but I still ate my shitty American food all the same. Also I did hole up in my room just looking at Buzzfeed articles and videos. Plus I did want my mommy. No one ever tells you that you will want your mommy even if she yells at you to go to the doctor over skype. Or as my mother says "the skype"
Please feel free to share your homesick story or greasy fast food story while travelign because you cracked and wanted processed food. Not to mention, critiques are always welcome, I tried to keep a 7 syllable beat but there are 5, 6, and 8 syllable lines in there. Peace out.
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For a poem that on the surface is about KFC, you did an excellent job of getting the point across. I could feel the homesickness before reading the description. And we all know, greasy food can be the most comforting of companions. The meter turned out pretty darn well too, may I suggest adding in 'And I still feel all alone' to that one line?