Each month, write a new collection.
Dear diary, Ugggh!!! I hate closing. It is a whole other universe in the evening. It's like the sorta-kinda humans disappear, and are replaced with aliens from the planet dumb ass. The quantity of screaming kids seems to increase in the evening. News flash: it's 11pm, of course your kid is crying! And everyone is suddenly a thief in the evening. Run out the garden exit with an armload of stuff, then have the nerve to walk back in through the front and try to get a "refund" at the return desk. There aren't any manners in the evening, either. Bump someones shopping cart, and you might get punched. Only the biggest slobs shop in the evening. A whole class of people who think their mom DOES in fact, work here. Yep. People suck eggs... in the evening.
Ugggh. Well described
I like how you incorporate in the evening on the natural flow, and then highlight the phrase at the end.
I am so glad that worked! I didn't know how else to do it and still write the diary entries
That sounds like an awful place to be, and yes, love the use of "evening"!!
In the eveningIn the evening, I head to my bookmarksOf News sites collected with careProgressive world and local newsAnd favorite video stream.In the evening, I can be mellowDaybreak news would not workI’d be angry or lost in petitionsPoor ambassador for peace.In the evening, the hard stuff is past No firm talk or action neededInstead lose myself behind internet Windows to other worlds.In the evening, I need consolationDid my work move the world today?Did I forward just cause or relevanceAm I ombudsperson whole?In the evening, reality is less harshTragic tears are shorter, Hero hopes are higher And my dreams are a whisper away.
That's great!! I love the mellow tone and also the use of modern references!
Living Roomnot every grandmais loved, adoredwhen his grandmadied my dadwas a boyto make sureshe was Deadthat he now hadpower over herDad slunk downto the living roomin the middleof the nighttouched the bodythen ran back to bed
Wow! That's kind of an amazing poem!
Yea, dad told me the story. I made some assumptions as to his motives.
That PartyGoing to be a wild nightMy mom's got a houseInviting all the kidsFrom the high schoolTo mingle in the eveningWhen the smoke is in the airand the beer flows through the kegWhen dope was accepted and the euphoria would make you unafraidIn the eveningWhen the party starts and goesuntil morning with the illicit drugsall about in the lines of dope forsnorting and the smoke inhaledas the cool kids don't go homein the eveningThey hang until the morning hourWhen the police all know the housewith the loud music playing Robin TrowerIn the house where the drunk spill outsideinto the street in the eveningWhere the kids all meet and smoke Where the delinquent compete forthe next drag off the doobiewhere the mood gets crazy with every inhibition is uncheckedand every voice gets louderlike the music playingin the eveningWhere the party isat the house without traffic when the signon the corner says not a through streetWhere the kidsall party at the end of the streetDead end kids that party in the evening
That's a fantastic poem man!
In the evening,I look around my room And go"Geez."