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Free verse № 49410

the rhyming one

by nugit15

Member since 2003 · Posted 18 May 2003 · 2 comments

Stale smoke: my only friend drifts from my cig, then back again Curls from my mouth and open lips blue eyes capture burning tip The silent sigh of a lonely day Guitar in my lap but no songs to play I stub out the butt while wiping my eyes reopen the door to the life I despise No good friends I can call my own Just a distant voice on a plastic phone Stumble through work--I've got bills to pay Wondering when I'll find some other way I lay on my bed and stare up at the black My ceiling holds secrets concealed in the cracks The smoke still swirls and I watch it drift by Closing my eyes, again I just sigh.

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[8] horus8 19-May-03/11:52 AM Reply
Young, but well on it's way. Ted Nugit sucks buffallo balls. you might consider changing your name.
[7] embersandenvelopes 5-Apr-04/8:33 PM Reply
Although I'm not a big fan of rhyme like this, I liked some of the imagery, in particular "My ceiling holds secrets concealed..."