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It was a Tuesday I tripped in full stride I blame the house which was fragrant with a stale caffeinated aroma It seemed rational at the time going for a walk with bare feet on hot coals I’ve done more or less For some perverse introspective frivolousness I took the road less traveled which looking back was more like a rutted, run-down  underground expressway I kicked at beer cans Tripped on broken guitar strings Blotted melancholy on crumpled  cocktail napkins where now meaningless prose once had meaning the ******* led my way scattered carelessly discarded thoughtlessly left to clean up the mess I walked past doors left open absentmindedly deliberately pushing them closed Passed windows broken where shards of glass still held a dim shine Letting  my bloodied fingertips trace a path along the wall as I loitered A few times I sat mulling over the graffiti left behind everyone leaves their mark picking at loose paint with my fingernail at what I once thought important now not even a decent curiosity just reminders of wannabe artists whose color faded when they explored the same terrain I walked farther deeper into the all too Familiar   down an almost unrecognizable hallway I never dared to venture one I didn't even know existed That’s when my fingertips ran into red velvet wet where my feet settled in fresh paint Sinking into the red I felt a slow steady drip from above splash on my lips flushed with a burning need to suckle at the source Drip Drip Drip I smiled and thought *Finally...   an artist with some ******* talent!*
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Vagabond
It was a Tuesday I tripped in full stride I blame the house which was fragrant with a stale caffeinated aroma It seemed rational at the time going for a walk with bare feet on hot coals I’ve done more or less For some perverse introspective frivolousness I took the road less traveled which looking back was more like a rutted, run-down  underground expressway I kicked at beer cans Tripped on broken guitar strings Blotted melancholy on crumpled  cocktail napkins where now meaningless prose once had meaning the ******* led my way scattered carelessly discarded thoughtlessly left to clean up the mess I walked past doors left open absentmindedly deliberately pushing them closed Passed windows broken where shards of glass still held a dim shine Letting  my bloodied fingertips trace a path along the wall as I loitered A few times I sat mulling over the graffiti left behind everyone leaves their mark picking at loose paint with my fingernail at what I once thought important now not even a decent curiosity just reminders of wannabe artists whose color faded when they explored the same terrain I walked farther deeper into the all too Familiar   down an almost unrecognizable hallway I never dared to venture one I didn't even know existed That’s when my fingertips ran into red velvet wet where my feet settled in fresh paint Sinking into the red I felt a slow steady drip from above splash on my lips flushed with a burning need to suckle at the source Drip Drip Drip I smiled and thought *Finally...   an artist with some ******* talent!*
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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