Sunday, August 23, 2009

pretty, pretty words - day fifteen







Stop lights

Moon light

The air too think to breath

Sultry sounds

Fill my ears

Nothing left to see

The world brought up

On good intentions

Died before it could walk

And I went back

Retracing my steps

And still I found

Myself

Lost

Airplanes flying overhead

Cicada on the trees

Cars rip up and down my street

Another day

To stop

 

So I did

 

Stopped myself

Brought it in

Smiled without a word

Until the next time

And then the next

Boarding up

I’m done

 

Tortured myself

One too many times

I’m like a sick

Fuck

 

We may all have a nemesis

But it shouldn’t be yourself

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