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i Apr 2014
you turn on the radio,
but it doesn't make
any sound.
                         maybe it's broken,
                                                                and it needs to be fixed and repaired.
i Apr 2014
turn up the boombox,
maybe it will drain
your desperation.
i Apr 2014
out of all the stars,
you are the brightest one.
i Apr 2014
#1
everybody dreams
of a perfect life
with kids and
a loving husband.

all i dream of are
cigarettes, ***** and
*******.
is that wrong?
i Apr 2014
walk into the tobacco shop,
the bell rings, letting everybody
know you're here to buy a cigar
that will soothe your pain
and eventually make it disappear,
until it comes back and
you'll reach out for
another, and another,
until your pack is empty,
and you'll go to
the same shop to buy
another one.
*it's a cycle that never
ends, and i hope it never will.
i Apr 2014
i stand right here,
in the middle of
the empty street,
next to the semaphore,
whose green light
is on, which
indicates a car
to run me over,
so it can soothe
my pain and sorrow,
and finally, after
a long time, i'll
feel nothing.
i Apr 2014
i want to lose
my voice, so you
can't hear what i'm
screaming to you,
because i know
i'm going to regret it.
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