You sat on an uncomfortable chair and pretended to be holy,
while your mind sat in an empty room,
flicked a lighter,
and let its regrets float down the hallway.
You pulled yourself out and sat on a bench with me
as raindrops broke puddles
and we nodded in agreement to the fact that
we're definitely losing our minds.
I told you about my disgust
with his sour breath and his cold teeth,
while you told me about his smile
and how you wanted to get high.
We laughed
like it was funny.
Author notes
not a great poem
but fairly true events and feelings.
Written November 12th, 2006
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Drugs are bad!
Wait... it wasn't funny? Seriously, though, it was really good and stuff. The guy needed to chew some eclipse or something! And it was raining, so it emphasized the mood of the poem. Yeah. -
i also love you very much.
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SHEEE POSTED ITTT
woo hoo.
Okay serious things first;
This poem is...incredible.
The metaphores, the flow, the ending, the beggining, the everything. i loved it ALL. you write such (amazing) poetry. (amazing was in the little circle things because its cliche lol) but anyhoo...you are thhheee greatest writer i know. and im jealous as shit cos i cant write like you.
No to the not so serious things.
I have no hoooddiee! and its raining outside! I hate my life, times 10. BUt i dont really? lalalala. Youre wearing a papa on your head! (a papa without the accent mark is a PO-TA-TOOOOO.) weeee.
bye.
bitch. -
amazing work
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