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Dust collects on the closed slatted blinds
as carpet stains scream each time I walk through
leaving trails of bread crumbs and ashes,
though without you I always find my way back
to those corners in the dark
where cobwebs celebrate solitude
awaiting a face to capture
and laughing as they surf the web
A broken down couch of green fabric,
worn and tattered from unending naps
groans of feet propped up on its arms
(Blood flow to the brain…yeah whatever)
Beer bottle rings create a drunken mosaic
on a helpless coffee table
between scattered junk mail, wayward Doritos
and a cell phone with an almost dead battery
The one I stare at, waiting for it to chime,
beep, ding, play the Game of Thrones theme song,
whatever the hell it is supposed to do
when you call…when you call
as I am reminded how much I hate commercials,
all of these happy people running around
driving new cars, going out to dinner,
finding name brand shoes at discount prices
Why can’t I forget, lose those memories
File them away somewhere, like a drawer
in the kitchen I never use, it’s no use
You are there, always on my mind
that smile, those eyes, the times I felt truly loved
and I still laugh…me, loved? Maybe that was the problem,
maybe that was my problem,
maybe I was the problem…ring **** it!!!!
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
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Dust collects on the closed slatted blinds
as carpet stains scream each time I walk through
leaving trails of bread crumbs and ashes,
though without you I always find my way back
to those corners in the dark
where cobwebs celebrate solitude
awaiting a face to capture
and laughing as they surf the web
A broken down couch of green fabric,
worn and tattered from unending naps
groans of feet propped up on its arms
(Blood flow to the brain…yeah whatever)
Beer bottle rings create a drunken mosaic
on a helpless coffee table
between scattered junk mail, wayward Doritos
and a cell phone with an almost dead battery
The one I stare at, waiting for it to chime,
beep, ding, play the Game of Thrones theme song,
whatever the hell it is supposed to do
when you call…when you call
as I am reminded how much I hate commercials,
all of these happy people running around
driving new cars, going out to dinner,
finding name brand shoes at discount prices
Why can’t I forget, lose those memories
File them away somewhere, like a drawer
in the kitchen I never use, it’s no use
You are there, always on my mind
that smile, those eyes, the times I felt truly loved
and I still laugh…me, loved? Maybe that was the problem,
maybe that was my problem,
maybe I was the problem…ring **** it!!!!
Not a mood or frame of mind, just a poem. Every once in a while you need a little salt to offset the sugar
