Morning Conversation

Righteous JammerRighteous Jammer Posts: 509
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I wake up
Look out the dirty window glass
I have to leave this place

Get my shoes tied
Put on the proper clothing
I have a long journey ahead

Door slams
Ice falls on my head
At this point,
I'm glad to breath fresh air

I can see my destination ahead
Warm coffee and good conversation awaits me

I arrive, as the door opens
A warm smile greets me

I stand outside, hardly moving from the cold winter air
Inside, I feel soo at home and at peace

Door shuts
You pour the coffee
I ask how are you are.....
I give you a hug
You smile that smile
My
It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,275
    This is clear, and warm fuzzy feeling. I like it very much.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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