Fogged mind, but perfect
Diner coffee, and too many cigarettes...
Cigarette man, haven't seen you in awhile.
daydreaming wandering mind
Reading poetry--
and watching,
people come and go.
Driving slowly,
I Want To Be A Little Sea Horse.
driving through
the dirt, trash, ruined city
that is home.
I love it still.
Alone and happy.
Tired,
with a racing mind.
Maybe sleep, maybe.
Maybe.
Thoughts?
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Your theme seems to be consistent with life in the inner city. Do you happen to live there or is it part of a writing fantasy. Just curious. This is another good piece and easy on the eyes.
Happy trails.
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Yeah my city is a complete hellhole basically. And you write what you know, you know?
Anyways, thanks for all the comments on my work. I really appreciate them.
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Verrry nice. I like the last two lines.
"Maybe sleep, maybe.
Maybe"
They just catch my fancy.
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nice
I agree with Drama the choppiness works well with this piece, I so can relate with it only cause I haven't had much sleep in the last two weeks, only like and hour or two each night. So cool so cool!! thanks for your comment
Rae
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Welcome to AllPoetry!
Wow, what an interesting write! I loved the choppy feel to it - it really fit this poem
Well done on a great start, my friend!
I hope that you come to enjoy this site as much as I do, and if you have any questions at all please don't hesitate to ask me!!
Best of luck with your future writing,
Maria
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I want to be a little sea horse. I like that... I'm totally picturing this weird Tarantinoesque underwater seahorse cafe now...
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