A blank verse I wrote a while ago, I hope you enjoy.
Beneath the decades of graffiti,
urban poetry lays a tale otherwise overlooked.
Of midnight debauchery and teenage shenanigans.
Not the great thinkers or future revolutionaries,
but we found the answers.
Different times, different places,
different creeds, and different faces;
we shared a dream.
Deep-seated comradery in this anonymous fraternity.
We sat upon the thrown atop the world,
peering across our kingdom and all of creation.
We are the gods of suburbia.
The Bible will neglect to mention us
and history would look the other way,
but our mark has been made.
In the midst of the glorious debris,
Among the empty 40s and abandoned bottle caps,
forgotten memories are remembered.
Within the discarded cans and charred cigarette butts,
heroes were born.
This is our legacy.
Posted April 10th, 2010 at 8:08 PM by Melody
Posted April 11th, 2010 at 12:57 AM by Xairmo
Posted April 11th, 2010 at 3:24 AM by Misheard Whisper