Apr 11, 2007

Tired, Smoking, Bored, Poem.

Just for the record I was tired and bored and I know this poem sucks ass but I felt like posting it anyways. You can actually tell how my mind deteriorated as the poem goes along.


I AM IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY,
THE AIR IS HUMID AND WARM
THE DARK SKY COOL THE BREEZE
SHIVERING AS IT TOUCHES MY SKIN
THE TREES ARE BEAUTIFUL
DROPPING SADLY IN THE DARK
THE CLOUDS SLIDE ACROSS THE SKY
WHERE AM I?
A STRANGE NOISE ECHOS
SOMETHING IS CALLING
NOBODY RESPONDS.
IT'S GETTING LATE
THIS CITY STILL RUSTLES
TRAFFIC HUMS, STIRS
PEOPLE PASS BY; OBLIVIOUS
THE CLOCK CONTINUES TICKING
MY EYES WANT TO CLOSE
MY HEAD IS FULL, I'M TIRED
FOOD. I WOULD LIKE TO EAT
WAITING... FOR NOTHING
SITTING, NOTICING, IGNORING
STRANGE PLACE, FUNNY FEELING
MY STOMACHE SHAKES
IS IT FEAR? ANXIETY? HUNGER?
BE BRAVE AND VENTURE OUT INTO THE NIGHT
BEGIN THE HUNT FOR UNKOWN PREY
IT HAS BEGUN.
CURIOUSITY