Here I am again Sitting behind my work Taking my 6 o'clock break for the millionth time Smoking my millionth cigarette Sending you my millionth text message
You haven't answered me in a month At least
It's already dark It's November now And the sun can't stand the cold
As I watch the embers burn away And inhale their offerings My phone lays still and silent in my hand My hope set with the sun
When I drive home tonight I'll miss the red light And the blaring horn And smash myself to pieces
I still think the answer to that is yes, You crazy in allowing yourself the disappointment of a non text back. And me crazy in the fact I love the dismember women. Honestly, I think you are much more crazy then I, considering you would allow it to eat at you so much to get yourself killed in a car accident,
And honestly, would a miss call lead you to wanting to kill yourself? Was it that important of a call? Was it from your sweety? A shame really, someone so loyal shouldn't be let go so easily. I could have fun with you.
Wow, this was a really fascinating write. I really liked the dark tone of this piece, and the style of your writing, particularly in the first stanza. The subtle way in which the poem culminated was really intriguing, and made the way the poem ended seem all the more surprising and all the more hard hitting. A very well-written piece. Nice work,
~PaperHearts
This is nice, I liked it. I feel a sense of longing in this poem, maybe you were waiting for a call from you significant other or maybe a sibling or a parent you haven't seen fin forever, idk. But all together a good write. :)
I still think the answer to that is yes, You crazy in allowing yourself the disappointment of a non text back. And me crazy in the fact I love the dismember women. Honestly, I think you are much more crazy then I, considering you would allow it to eat at you so much to get yourself killed in a car accident,
And honestly, would a miss call lead you to wanting to kill yourself? Was it that important of a call? Was it from your sweety? A shame really, someone so loyal shouldn't be let go so easily. I could have fun with you.
oh my gad, i have felt this way "a million times over"...i've had the car parked on the train tracks waiting for 1000 tons of relief to hit me...well done, you took me there eventhough i didn't want to go...that...was awesome
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