My last poem for 2019 and boy, it's a doozy! 17 Years Ago... by Andres Diaz ©2019 17 years ago you stupid bitch You and your flunkies threw me in a ditch Your friends, your ex, your delusions, your mess I thought I was in love with you, I must confess You played with my... Continue Reading →
Nueva, Ocho, Siete, Seis Cinco, Quatro, Tres, Dos Uno y un Cero muy grande Esa cero muy grande es tu! Patas de odio perfora tu cadáver Tu bebida amarga es difícil de tragar Fuero de tu mundo de ignorancia Nadie piensa que eres especial Toma tus fiestas, toma tus actitud Toma tus cerebro de madera... Continue Reading →
Goth and Proud! by Andres Diaz ©2019 I'm not the day I am the night I'm the Goth guy That fills you with fright You think I should wear Blue jeans and country music tees You think wearing all black Is some kind of a disease I don't care about your misconceptions Or your fears... Continue Reading →
THE CONVERSATION by Andres Diaz ©2019 "Hey, bitch face, what's going on," Ezrey's voice came over the phone's speaker. "Not much skank ass," Kel responded. "Am I on speaker?" Ezrey asked. "Yeah," Kel answered. "I want my cat to hear how you verbally abuse me." "Well you tell him, next time he pukes in my... Continue Reading →
It's not going to eat itself by Andres Diaz ©2019 The young girl sat on the seat in the subway car as the train sped down the track. She was so scared she couldn't move. She wanted to run but was afraid he would grab her and hurt her. He stood in front of her,... Continue Reading →
