If you can call this Poetry ! (Judge Dredds Attempted Poems !)(Mature Warning)

[Rival Max]

This second part is random stuff not a happy...These poems were written about loss in my life. So they are a little personal.

Title: Never will I know your name.
Description: This one is about as personal as they come. The poem is still something that pulls up a lot of emotion.

Spoiler:

Never will I know your name
But in my heart you will remain.
Like the imprint on a silhouette
images and thoughts are tattooed to my chest
I think of you both day and night,
Things went wrong, we were’nt right
You’re never going to be to blame
For our actions which were insane
All day long I stare in space
Even in the dark nothingness, I see your face
A face to me that is unclear
A face to me that wont be near
I chase the image through my mind
Traces of you is all I find
You never were, you never will
Or at least that was the promise from the pill
It messed up and so did we
From this point, I can’t flee




Never will I know your name
Years have passed, I feel the same
Some might say to deal with this
Others simply don’t give a ****
I lost my soul that dreadful night
I gave it up without a fight.
Since that moment time has passed
Like drops of sand through the hour glass.
Each moment that passes before my eyes
Reminds me of the way you died.
We fought each other day and night
We said horrible things, that weren’t right.
Now all that’s left of what you were and could have been
Stains the paper with my pen.
Your presence now, has mostly gone away
But I still miss you every day.

Title: 3810
Description: I lost a student a couple years back to a tragic car wreck. At that time I was still going through what happened in the poem above. In this piece I am trying to fight my way out but the world feels so much smaller. Her name was Jocylen.

Spoiler:

The letter meant to be what it is, is what it isn’t
The pitter patter, fitter flatter, matter of all.
No moment more real then a child’s belief in the gigantic dinosaurs
which lumber, limber , linger in the mind of child’s adult shell
he now digs through life hoping, prying, begging for a piece, a part, a place.
Each moment more fickle then a thousand senior citizens holding, grasping to the little money given,
Liven is not easy
not meant to be, so fight, tally forth through aristocracy and bull***t that clouds the vision of your controlled life.
Like a thick smog, blinders, finders, reminders of where you are and where you are not.
One hope for you, latch, attach, merge to another. Write what you can, while you can for you who you can. The dance gets harder, more complicated as each grain of sand makes its way through the tunnels of your life line until,
Finally it reaches the pile of broken dreams
What if ? why not ?
The letter that was meant to mean one thing, means something else
A thousand just like you, look back, look forward…they are all you.
They can do what you do, some of worse, but more better...
Your cursed, doomed, a unborn mouse sealed away frozen for the day that the tamed snake is hungry.
How sad is that, a snake with no fight, devouring a mouse with no hope…
Swing, spring, sing, leap into life
A zombie can do it, so can you.
Come back from the dead, devour all the information you can, break open the heads of those who contain it, take their thoughts, dreams , experiences, take it all.
Suck the source dry, fly, cry, live or die.
The letter meant as a goodbye, is really a warning to live.
To take, to break, to push , to shove, to hate and finally to love
She will be missed, for each treasured moment should be marked with a kiss