Fin

[turtlefriend]

Is there ever an ending?

I walk down the street
Black street
Gold light
She walks before me on the side walk
Her tags jingle-jangle
It’s too damn soon for Christmas. . .

Walking with no shoes on
Bare feet and no bra in the dark
Not cause I care
It’s cause I just don’t
Not cause I’m angsty
It’s just cause I just want to think…

Why is it we can’t be in the now?
No day but today and only for a little while they say
But if we live for today
we can’t see what’s coming from so far away
Maybe it’s better that way. . .

I want to go camping with Rachel
And maybe some other people I’m not really sure
I’m not even sure what I’m wanting it for
If I escape maybe my head won’t be as sore
Maybe I’ll find what my life has in store. . .

Will everything be fine if I let it be?
Is he alright?
I hope she stopped cutting – did she ever stop?
Will things get better?
Am I there for him enough?
Am I there too much?
Am I prying?
Will I quit building molehills?
Will I quite finding reasons to write shitty poems?
What will happen?
Can I ever let it be?
What will happen?
Turn the page,
Next chapter,
Next book,
Now for the sequel,
What happens next?

It’s too damn soon for Christmas. . .
Her tags jingle-jangle
She walks before me on the side walk
Gold light
Black street
I walk down the street

There is never an ending. . .

[kidder]

You start off with promise and then get into bed with rhyme. It's seldom a good lover.

[God]

No, that is a good poem. Don't listen to that dude above. You wrote clearly what you were thinking and feeling, and that is what good poetry is. Keep it up