In The Ville

It doesn't matter if I take
these pills
Live on cheap thrills
and throw my life away..
whats another day
in this hell hole I call,
my life.
Down another shot
and its stings going
down
but I don't make
a sound...

Roll another blunt
and hit the road
We're taking my hooptie
as its dragging its soles
Clamber away in
a cloud of smoke
We can find something
to do

even though we're broke.




Wake up
and its another day.
bright outside
but I'm still wasting away

So I snort another line
pop open that beer.
roll another blunt
and we'll be just fine
right here.

I'm rolling
on the ashes of my own
demise
I hate all of you but I just
tell my self lies.
Breaking down into
these viscious street
highs.
but I dont think I'll live
long enough to drown
my cries.

Reviews

[Michael X]

so raw and passionate and artfully sculpted sentences tht create a sense of
breathing in the linebreaks, and the meaning sings of a tragedy
and loss to utter the joys of sorrow, the way drinking drowns away
the tears, and neon lights cultivate the mind to lose itself in the notion,
you have such an amazing way with words, and the emotions are
felt to the inner core, passionate and soft poison.

[sushi]

Beautiful write....

"I'm rolling
on the ashes of my own
demise
I hate all of you but I just
tell my self lies.
Breaking down into
these viscious street
highs.
but I dont think I'll live
long enough to drown
my cries. "

Thanks for sharing...

[Tate Morgan]

Sounds like a few Saturdays I had in my distant past

[Coyote Poetry]

When I was young. I told myself. 39 years and I will be done if i make it that far. The booze, woman, cigarettes and crazy s**t didn't kill me. I guess the saying the good die young maybe true. I like this poem. Remind me when I was young testing the world and devil. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Bard Constantine]

Self-destruction is a helluva drug...

[darkgurl]

WOW! This is powerful and raw, I love your first stanza. Amazing write.