An empty can of coke
stands defiant
amidst a table
full of cigarette butts
like a sergeant
commanding a platoon
of battle-weary soldiers
to stand their ground
as a bottle of vodka
hovers overhead
in the eleven o’clock
blackness of the night.
Soon…
This glass will be empty
like the soul of a curbside poet
searching for words
inside a trashbin
only to find the grime
of a treacherous world.
And with every single word
added to these lines,
the ashtray choked
and told the poet to stop.
Stop.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
"Sexy Eyes..."
As i sit here in the balcony, The city streets of Abu Dhabi glimmer as the night creeps in... Here i am, alone.... My fishes dance in my aqu...
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Smokin’ my Marlboro at 2:30AM... A glass of vodka perspires Like a lover lost in the limbo of lust Twenty five square meters of emptine...
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I asked God for love, beauty, and peace in my life. He gave me you. I found it too much for a guy like me. I asked questions....
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…and here I am, standing in front of this tree reminiscing those moments when it used to be you and me… We made a promise (do you reme...
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