I had a mother.
I had a father.
I had a brother.
I had a dog.
I had love.
I had a family.
Irrelevant facts of mysterious emotion.
Thoughts of youthful days when my loving mother called me inside to eat.
Thoughts of my dad smoking his pipe contently on the back porch swing.
Thoughts of how poorly I treated my blossoming brother just in need of a role model.
Thoughts of the mud covered dog I would play fetch with after school.
Thoughts about love having a meaning and not just another word.
Thoughts of a family I no longer know and no longer belong to.
A girl who I treasured in my heart.
Blown away like the cigarette smoke from my dry lips.
I turn the radio up and bob my head like a bird.
I always wanted to be in a band.
Looking up into the God’s glowing evening spectacular.
I wonder.
Smelling the collection of ashes that has made its home on me.
I wonder.
Drinking from the brown paper bag; I make no effort to hide.
I wonder.
Arrest me- go ahead- I have nothing to live for.
For once something I don’t have to wonder.
Nothing special in my life.
Just monotonous days.
A never ending Monopoly game.
A game I am so sick of playing.
Not to mention the price I pay for my ill-advised career.
The price I pay for being human.
Human being.
I have my problems like the rest of humanity shackled to the earth.
I wish I were perfect.
Nowhere close.
Never will be.
It is late Saturday night.
I must go write my Sermon
Sunday is a wink away.
A contest entry
- & all the lights that lead us there are blinding by whiterabbit..
400 points, ended June 28, 23 entries
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It takes a lot of courage to share such an honest poem with the many thousands of users and visiting eyes of AP.
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when i first read your stuff, i was a bit shocked, as i didn't understand whether u still enjoying it or not...than i came to the end of the poem, then i read little bit of ur profile. now i understand...
wud say nice piece, but when i look at the contest, is sad how u throw all this away....hope u'll get it back. never is too late (i used to hear it when i did somethign wrong, but there was still time and opportunity to make it better)
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Its a great poem. I love it. The best part that I loved was at the end where you had to go write your sermon, yet you hate you life, you drink and don't care if you arrested. It is so sad today what people ended doing yet really hate it. You are a man of God (I am assuming, by the sermon part) yet you do not act like on. This poem is bruttaly honest. very very good.
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Interesting take. Makes you wonder what goes on in the head of someone leading the many.
Thank you for sharing.
rous
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great
it almost made me cry...i recently lost my dog, and when i was on drugs i was a horrible rol model 2 my brother...thank god he turned out ok and i have finally rekindled my relationship with my folks...u r an incredibly unique and talented writer, and if u havent written a book, u should!
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nice one... simple words conveying clear emotions of wanting to be emotionless almost... but not quite... it's like that in betweeness in Robbie Williams "I don't wanna die but I aint keen on living either"... I suppose we all must FIND a certain purpose to live on ^^ then life becomes so worthwhile~ glad that you've come a long way from where you were before... hang on to good friends and family (while trying to give back as much as you can... that's worked for me) all da besta luck 4eva!
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