Ran up the phone line and talked on the street
Ate the seat and sit on the food
Wiped my coffee and drunk my tears
Shook my thoughts and gathered my fears
Left the money and took out the diner
Opened the mirror and looked into the car
Drove the thoughts and left the car
Wind blowing my direction, GPA system broken my hair
snorting at the alley and Stopping the cocaine in my nose
Radio ringing and my phone playing music
Night looked at my reflection and I came upon the day
Battery of the car became alive as I died
Talked on the phone and ran up the street
Sit the seat and ate the food
Drunk the coffee and wiped my tears
Gathered my thoughts and shook my fears
Took out the money and left the dinner
Looked into the mirror and opened the car
Left the thoughts and drove the car
GPA system broken my direction , wind blowing my hair
Stopping at the alley and snorting cocaine in my nose
My Phone ringing and radio playing music
I looked at my reflection and night came upon the day
Battery of the car died as I became alive
Hmmm, this was really interesting. Although for you, this poem was about drugs, I read this poem differently, and took my own meaning from it.
I thought that it was a very creative and intriguing read, with a thought-provoking underline of a story.
I really liked the way how the beginning and end linked together: 'Running from the sun' and 'Running from life and found a sunrise'.
An amazing write from an amazing writer. ;)
~PaperHearts
Oh I am sorry drugs are never good to you dear..or your wonderful talent..
But I liked how you played on the words and put some before and the others after
but really it never changed the meaning a lot ha ha
Its a wonderful day in the life of Kim,I really enjoyed the way you put this
only one thing again drugs never good to your health,always the doctor says,ha ha
you see talent will look anything look so lovely ,even if the words are not in place ha ha
lovely write..
Drugs aside (since I can't relate), I like this in the sense that we construct reality differently all the time. Taking a trip someplace twice might as well be two different trips to opposite ends of the earth solely because of our mindset. The mindscape we are perpetually creating, editing, and deleting is the most powerful thing we have...good stuff!
I also like the mood you've got going here. Reminds me of that nast hangover a few days ago!
mmmmmmm...and the sunrise brings? Sleep? Regret? The urge to start all over again once I get my s**t together? Man I really gotta get my s**t together. Super good read.
The poem plays out intriguingly like a fractured fever dream, in some strange way reminiscent of the indie flick Memento, wherein the main character has to consult notes tattooed on his body, and various other scraps of clues to deal w/a perpetual short-term memory loss. This perpetual present is riveting, whatever the reasons.
Whether one is "straight" or "stoned," persisting toward an edge of a vivid sense of LIFE is commendable.
This life's too short to get herded into stalls of dead-eyed conventional survival only.