Monday, October 10, 2011

Lbs.

Pounding the pavement,
Music thumping
through her headset as she
pounds down those keys
cranking out a paper
or three.
Pounding down iced coffee
like it's her job.






Tired out, not a miracle in days
Deciders for the lonely
Whispering tears
You try out for nothing then you drop dead
Not a miracle in years
Leisure for the lonely
Whispering unnecessary unless you're in

Die and succeed
I say it out loud but you just don't care
Farewell, til you know me well

2 comments:

  1. So the poem is you, and the lyrics by Phoenix, right? Another great job.

    Your poem would go up say 10/21; I've actually got one I wrote myself that I'm doing this Friday. If you post it here and give me permission, I'll copy it there. Or email me at thetroublewithroy[at]yahoo.com.

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  2. Thank you,
    I'll post it tomorrow!

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