Poem -
Free Cigarettes
I look down at my knees.
They are covered in black & purple
galaxies –
blood
slowly pooling
beneath freckled skin.
After a night of dancing
for strange men
with full pockets,
I am now watching a new friend ride his skateboard
in the parking lot –
street lights igniting a fluorescent dream.
Beer in one hand,
cigarette in the other,
neither of which I bought myself.
Keep watch for moments you didn't expect.
They come and they fade
almost as fast
as the bruises.
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Comments
Really beautiful. I love how simple it is while still delivering a very deep message to the reader. Doesn't feel forced, just real. Can't wait to read some more of your work.
Thank you for your words. I do tend to write about simple, more everyday things. Things I later discover represent bigger ideas or patterns in my life. Like here, fading bruises / brief moments in time. Glad you enjoyed.
wow i love this! unique ideas. welcome to the site!
Thank you! Much appreciated.
I loved this, you encapsulate such a beautiful nihilism we all experience in life. I can see myself within this poem, sitting on the falling lines of the stanzas and I knowing I have been here before. Well done x
Wow, grateful for your wonderful feedback. So awesome you could relate to my words. <3
wooooooooooo love it
<3 yay, very excited you loved it!
That's a hell of a day or life. Very good. I new it .. But i dint expect the knockout in the end.. I love it wen keeps u handcuffed and the it lets u out.. Thank you .. ☺
"...keeps you handcuffed and then it lets u out."
What beautiful words to describe the way my poem made you feel. I'm sure you're a writer as well. I'm late to reply to your comment, but I wanted to say that you made me smile. Thank you.