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
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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 is good.. but smoking is bad.....nice poetry.
Chloe! a parfum.... leaves breathing such an interesting affair.... very seasoned for this tender age
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 :)
..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