EMO Adi - The Poem In Performance - -.MP4
Channel: poetadi
Date: 2012-01-31

Gothic Scene

Beneath gas lamps 
black night skies 
to eary sounds 
of distant cries. 

We walk streets 
cobbled stones 
through darkened alleys' 
squalid zones. 

In candle light 
misery strains 
through smudged glass 
of dirty pains 

from lonely rooms 
in dancing light 
that calls out 
into the night. 

A lack of hope 
in darkened shame 
black of night 
in cold and rain 

drips from eaves 
to an icicle morning. 

Clear and cold 
and pointing down 
austere spikes 
hang down 

as rods or bars 
in front of pain class windows.

Adrian Cox


Trouble

Dosey doors snore and swing.
ascending steps taps footsteps' echo.

Evidently trying to do our jobs
fingers stain white leaved sheets.

Movements are traced, inquisitions
follow us home into dreams' restless sleep.

Imagination bangs its head
on smooth hard walled corridors

and through an endless hapless maze of dreams
lifes dignity screams, in silence.

Adi Cox


Something That She Said

She had so much potential it sometimes got her down, 
she didn't like her work but it got her into town. 

It really was a problem but she chose to ignore it, 
like clothes that don't fit stubbornly she wore it. 

In a mad rush she did a foolish thing, 
in a split second a split thought would bring 

an indecision she made a silly choice. 
She opened up her mouth to articulate her voice. 

Across the smoke filled bar room sounds were drunken 
as the drinkers sat and chatted slumped and sunken.

Adrian Cox


Sentenced To Death

Hanged from the gallows 
of creative writing. 
Swinging from the gibbet 
of sentence construction. 

With grammar that stands 
on the essence of her voice, 
the alphabet hung as a necklace 
around the vocality of her wordy neck. 

She'd wanted to 
swallow all the letters 
in quick succession 
punctuation as well, 

but that would have been suicide.

Adrian Cox