Poll: Third
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Red
1 33%
Blue
2 67%
Voters: 3.
#1
Cois Ba

the most stressful thing in my life
was once getting a Premiere League player card I already had,
down a lane when I was twelve I was shot in the leg with a pellet gun
by my best friend and I still have the scar.
now trees are growing on the grass we tired so hard to wear down
the jumpers we used as goal posts are in the bin, or hand me downs for siblings,
facial hair and stomach muscles have replaced chinese burns
toy shops we visited every thursday have been replaced with over priced cafes,
home is just a place name for geographical purposes, people make the difference sometimes.
but if home is where the heart is well that really is a shame
either I never had a heart or I was never introduced to this place.


my bed is filled with the voices of many people
a place that I once called sanctuary now tainted with crowds
familiar faces, familiar conversations,
familiar feelings of connection wired through a telephone
sunrises spied through the window of another night alone
clutching on to whoever can relate, but...

my town is filled with the cries of many people
cloistered all in little houses, faces lit in television glow
like flickering hungry angels with nothing to eat
there is no fruit here, in the bowling alleys and subdivisions
they need violence and laughter and love
but there is only emptiness
there is only shelter and no place to be alone

my head is filled with the sighs of many people
as they sit in their cars and stare at the traffic light above
wondering what they will say to their old boring friend
when they sit and meet in the cafe,
speak of all the other people,
sip on coffee, eat a danish,
hope and pray that they are entertaining enough to feel like
a goddamn piece of something or other in
this great big shit pile of somethings.


and the deer and the deer and the deer
dig up holes to hide from the sun
and the cranes and the tractors and
the great big lawnmowers of death
and most of all, the sad people
that have so graciously taken their homes.
#2
Red, by a long shot. It captures the feeling of a hometown for me, whereas Blue skimps on that (though it is lovely).
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