I really must stop drinking hard caffine when Im writing poetry.Ahh well theres life for you.It doesnt matter what I drink just leave a comment and YES i am in a bad caffine induced mood SO THERE !!!!
Dark Streets -------------------------------------------
I walked down the street
Hands to my side
Having nothing to hide
Even though I feel it inside
My heart starts to race
I feel it
As it starts to pick up its pace
My feet move faster
My eyes closed tight
As I try to make it home
During this endless night
The streets are barren
The sky a dark blue
The stars,each one invisible to me
As if even they
Have no care for me
The concrete is dark
The cracks unseen
As they run inbetween;my feet
I look around
Cold and scared
Trying to convince myself
Nothings there
I run into a wall
Hard and staring
As if daring
I walk backwards
The rest of the way
Until I reach the door of my place
omg! I loved it! This was really good at the beginning, and then you go to the last stanza...
"stuoid ole me
gets pushed into a tree."
(Was stuoid meant to be stupid? I didn't find stuoid in the dictionary......)
This is so funny! I love it. I sincerely apologize if it was not supposed to be funny, but I think it was. :) I also loved how you used your imagery..."My feet move faster, my eyes closed tight..." It produces a very clear and somewhat comical picture. Great write,
dancer-of-words
Submission Name: Dark Streets
