Ashes

White lips,

Red lies

Senior year

almost done.

Feeling reckless

drinking some.

Names,

too many of them.

Unknowing smiles.

No suits,

no ties.

A joint.

Get the point?

Want to do something,

don’t know what.

Try to speak.

Can’t through the haze.

Smoke fills in,

smoke comes out.

Repeat.

Will admit to crimes,

won’t admit to being a child.

Now the toys are losing their shine.

What are you going to do?

I have no idea anymore.

Maybe I never did.

Reviews

[Hitchhiker]

Oh those teenage years, thought we knew everything.In one jam after another. How's we survive it. Some didn't of course. I was so screwed up I left my teenage years and walked straight into the two lost decades where I really figured out how to screw up. I survived, of course. And those toys you brought up, mine have long since lost their shine. Enjoyed you poem.

[Cata Faerman]

Thank you so much for your review and for reading! :)

[Wórdsmíth]

White lips--Red lies?? Sounds pretty good. I like the starting of the piece ... well, some memories never leave the corners of mind. You already know what i`m talking `bout.

Nice flow of ink!