A tribute to you.

Nothing beautiful could’ve came out of this place- where we fell in love

Belligerent Tom…
driving his old,
beat up,
1962 corvette down the street,
laughing at the spirit of the youth.

The kids are scattered everywhere.
Drunken, angry, testosterone filled- seventeen year old boys punching the feeble to maximize the ego,
teenage s***s craving validation,
cheap liquor and pills behind every door in the motel rooms filled with roaches and mold corner to corner,
and dirty, drunk sex.

To them, this is heaven.
To me, this was heaven.

How could you not indulge in something so appealing?
We often find ourselves trying to be different from the rest.
We’re not.
We’re all drunk w****s looking to get a quick fix on every corner,
or coked up a******s trying to find something to f**k.
We all want the same thing from a place like this.

No one comes down here looking for something beautiful, different, or exotic.
We know why we’re there,
and maybe that’s the beauty of it.

Silly.

One more shot of vodka…
Walk over,
to the motel next door-
find some new friends,
and smoke some good weed.

Was I really that f*****g naive?

Sanguine of me, to say the least.

There you were-

My conscience was clear of all but the paranormal activity in your eyes.
I wish that elevator crashed,
or dropped us to our death
before we dug each other’s graves.
Oh how I wish,
a boy as perfect and haunting as you didn’t exist.

It was gloomy the next day…
God cried,
a little harder than usual.
The soul that he owned,
taken too fast,
snatched at the bloody hands,
of his once known brother.

Oh how nice it would be,
if the angels weren’t crying all morning,
how cliche to think,
the world would stop for a minute,
and admire the sinning that occurred,
when we immersed ourselves,
in tainted holy water.

I guess we didn’t know what we were doing.
Who knew something more could come out of such a dirty place ?

It couldn’t.

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

I have been to castles, plush hotels, mansions of great opulence. But what you describe here is not the opposite of any of that. In fact, those who live on the margins think that they are doing just fine. "Inherited character" instead of "acquired character" or a modification of genetics. But yet, this is a love poem wrought from the inhume of the inheritrix:

"Oh how I wish,
a boy as perfect and haunting as you didn't exist". (fabulous)/

But point well taken. The spiritual legacies that we interchange with wealth or greed, are nothing but comfort after all......beautifully written....dana

[lovelymarina]

Sometimes the places that seem most luxurious are equal to hell, and others, dump and all, we find have the most to offer. Lessons upon lessons- beauty is not always captured upon the eye, thank you for the beautiful review,
again.
Marina xx

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Marina. You need to write a book. You make me want to know more.
My conscience was clear of all but the paranormal activity in your eyes.
"I wish that elevator crashed,
or dropped us to our death
before we dug each other’s graves.
Oh how I wish,
a boy as perfect and haunting as you didn’t exist."
The above lines. Like a Jack London ending. No-one can win. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. You give life to the words.
Coyote

[lovelymarina]

This comment made my day. Thank you for the encouragement Coyote.. "Like a Jack London ending" - what a compliment. Appreciate it more than ever...
xx,
Marina

[Coyote Poetry]

Jack London didn't like happy endings and you are welcome dear Marina.

[Shelley Warner]

Very deep thoughts. I too, was touched by the words that God cried. Pretty existential.

[lovelymarina]

Glad my words touched you... thank you for the review shelley, xx
Marina

[emmajoy]

' It was gloomy the next day… - God cried, - a little harder than usual.'

Hell on earth written with honesty and more than a little drama. Your words hit every nerve and send shivers up and down heaven's warm golden beams. Tragedy in less than thirty seconds of reading.

[lovelymarina]

Wow... what beautiful and kind words. This comment was rewarding to read, to say the least... Thank you dearly Emma,
Marina

[emmajoy]

You're welcome.. read and felt your words, Marina.

[Crowley]

Wow…no mincing of words or feelings here. This kind of honest assessment is what writing is all about. Laying the truth bare regardless if it feels like licking a dirty band aid. You have a great talent for introspection and it’s refreshing that you are not sorry for the outcome. Loved it…

[lovelymarina]

"Licking a dirty band aid" You got it... Being painfully honest and descriptive in writing isn't always easy, but that's what it's for right? Thank you for such kind words...once again
Marina

[Relic]

You describe the seedy side of this place so well. It sucks when you meet someone and fall hard only to be disappointed later on.

Wisdom comes from experience. Youth knows nothing sometimes and indulges in it full force even knowing it's wrong. Such is life.

Great writing.

[lovelymarina]

Thank you so much.....

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I have seen places just like how you describe in detail. You did a wonderful job in placing the reader into these stark visions of yours. And describing the emotional journey it takes to exists in them. Thank you for sharing your art.

[lovelymarina]

Thank you for reviewing!!!!

[mattavelli]

Hello, Marina! :)
This was a fun read, and an interesting vivid story. Thanks for sharing it.

[lovelymarina]

Thanks for the feedback, matt. :)