"onethousand" poems
A cigarette hangs from her chapped lips
Nails painted **** yellow, now chipping as she clacks them on the table
Her wrist watch is broken so she has to count in her head
One onethousand
Two onethousand
Forget it
It's been about an hour now
She pretends to read a book but instead she stares at one word on the page
Patience
Her lips pucker over the cigarette and she takes a deep drag
With a disgusted sigh she exhales smoke like a dragon forfeiting a battle
One onethousand
Two onethousand
**** patience,"
She gets up, throws the book in the trash, and leaves
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 12:56 PM UTC
Hiding is an action
Society made up
Tears are the
reflection
Of missing freedom
In your soul
Food will cover
Up your heart even
More
Thoughts build a
Wall of the
Perspective of feeling
Eventually you will
Break into onethousand
Pieces
Maybe society wants us
To be skinny so
We don't have to
Build our wall
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC