Your Poetry Dot Com - 7 PM

Array ( [sid] => 163522 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => 7 PM [time] => 2010-12-02 22:21:19 [hometext] => This poem details an average evening in my life not too long ago. [bodytext] => Sitting on a bare mattress
clipping cigarette filters
with a shiny new pair of scissors
helping my roommate get his fix
while my girlfriend cooks up more
as she reads her law books.
Jared lets slip the needle and
as it meets skin and vein
he flinches, inhales, ex
and he's slumping forward.
Heather needs baking soda
and complains about cooking dope
so I kiss her and tell her little white lies
about how we're getting out of the game
but we both know we're not.
"Wheres the cellophane?"
She points to her pack of smokes.
I crush two yellow pills
and snort them off of 'Chemistry 101.'
She asks me to watch the pan for her
as she walks away to smoke.
Hours later Jared wakes up
and Heathers done cooking
so she gives him the dope to flip.
He exits.
I tell Heather I love her and start
making moves but
I get shot down, she has class in an hour.
"Okay," I say even as my hand moves down her hip.
She tells me she serious and I get *****.
She says, "Not when your high."
"I'm always high."
"Exactly."
And she leaves.
I spark a bowl and fall asleep.

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7 PM
Date: Thursday, 2nd December 2010 @ 10:21:19 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Outspoken

Sitting on a bare mattress
clipping cigarette filters
with a shiny new pair of scissors
helping my roommate get his fix
while my girlfriend cooks up more
as she reads her law books.
Jared lets slip the needle and
as it meets skin and vein
he flinches, inhales, ex
and he's slumping forward.
Heather needs baking soda
and complains about cooking dope
so I kiss her and tell her little white lies
about how we're getting out of the game
but we both know we're not.
"Wheres the cellophane?"
She points to her pack of smokes.
I crush two yellow pills
and snort them off of 'Chemistry 101.'
She asks me to watch the pan for her
as she walks away to smoke.
Hours later Jared wakes up
and Heathers done cooking
so she gives him the dope to flip.
He exits.
I tell Heather I love her and start
making moves but
I get shot down, she has class in an hour.
"Okay," I say even as my hand moves down her hip.
She tells me she serious and I get *****.
She says, "Not when your high."
"I'm always high."
"Exactly."
And she leaves.
I spark a bowl and fall asleep.

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