i wake up and i think of you
and i look out of my window
it is grey and the lights stopped
glittering a long time ago
and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
i pour my coffee and i think of you
my mugs are stained, the blemishes plaster the
cups and never come off. they have left
their mark, exactly they way you stamped yours
and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
the shower beats my skin and i think of you
i scrub; i scratch my pores with soap
but the filth resides, it clings and
fills my orifices. i am choked by dirt
and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke
i exist through my days and i think of you
everything is dampened by desolation and every
one has your eyes. this city repulses me, it sneers
at me and growls ‘there is nothing to keep you here’
and i smoke and i smoke and i smoke.
Chloe! a parfum.... leaves breathing such an interesting affair.... very seasoned for this tender age
this is good.. but smoking is bad.....nice poetry.
..excellent poem..i love how obsessive behavior like smoking mirrors obsessive thinking..those chronic unending circular thoughts surrounding a lover..we all have had this experience..smokers or not! ..well done chloe..im so looking forward for more poetry from you...keep it up! ! :) tom
reading your poem, ......i could see the grey smoke, good work.....
This is further prove that 19 year olds like ourselves can write just as wisely... I think the line 'clogging every orifice' sums up your poem very nicely. And you smoke, and you smoke, and you smoke.
it perpetuates avery trapped and suffocated feeling, i know how it feels going through two packs a day nostalgically yearning but wishing the thoughts would vanish very pallitable for my current state of being if you wish check out my piece 'psalm of the harlot' thanks for sharing ~L.H.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of pain, pathos and choking smoke. This repetition works really well with the oppressive emotions and 'desolation' of the growling city. A well crafted, emotive poem - a real privilege to read! S :)