Poetry Post 141

Anti-Fashion Conformity
What would you think
If all the Goth chicks would wear pink
Would you change the channel
If grunge stars stop wearing flannel
What would you do
If a skinhead's follicles grew
You'd say they sold out
Without a doubt
Disobeying the anti conformist crowd
Forgetting the differences makes us proud
But now there are two conformities
The popular and the majority of minorities
Everything's a freaking trend
From Spencer's to Ralph Lauren

Betrayed
A stab in the heart leaves a gaping hole
A widening chasm in my soul
I feel myself freefalling without control
I fall deeper as the stab continues to wedge
I see old friends peering over the ledge
Scorners and skeptics on the other edge
No self esteem no security only doubt
Left with no means to get out
Left like a dying dog to whimper and pout

Babel In Babylon
We all have the same pain but not the same language
We linger in anguish without anyone to receive the message
We approach each other like an animal in a cage
We with all our anger can't understand each other's rage
We're always on the alert
Guarding our own fort
Never noticing someone else is hurt
We don't even hear their cries for support