#poetry #insomnia #depression #adulthood
It's 2 o'clock
The town is closed and I'm alone
With nothing but thoughts and a pen.
Hopefully, tonight is the night I get them out.
I'm writing by street light.
It's not the same as candle, but it works.
I suppose that's how it goes,
It's never better, but it's always different.
The car that just passed is full of teenagers
Living the dream before adulthood sets in.
One last party, one last joint, one last beer,
Before one more job, one more bill, one more payment.
They don't know what's going to happen,
And I miss that.
I'm pretty sure of how my life is going to go.
Job, girl, girlfriend, bills, wife, kids, death.
It's scary how we can plot the next
40-50 years of your lives in seven words.
The varibles may change but the formula,
Usually stays the same.
I guess that'll be it for now.
The time is right
The sky is bright and I'm late for work.©therooftoppoet
#poetry #friendship #friends #burnedbridges
Burned Bridges Are Not Easily Crossed
Throw me out, I'll land on my foot.
Hard copy contracts, meaningless dead trees.
Wear your crown, your albatross.
Think you're better? It's just that, thoughts.
Do you know what you've done to me?
You left laughing, counting your bills.
I'm left with the one.
You pretended to be a friend,
just to meet your own shallow ends.
With that weight off your back,
I'm sure you won't drown.
You didn't feel a thing, did you?
Ripping and tearing, paper through a shredder.
Your fake emotions and false pretenses.
No conscience to speak of,
don't feel sorry for me. You're gone.
With a better class of friend, I move on.©therooftoppoet
#poetry #innocence #childhood
You bring to mind
The smell of dust
During the rain.
Innocence, like childhood.
Your blonde hair flowing,
Blowing in the breeze.©therooftoppoet
#poetry #nature #death #life
The dead arms hang over the trail.
They watch. They wait. They grow.
Flowing in the wind, swinging, swaying.
Staying, buried in the ground.
the cycle never ends.
They fall to their death,
then they spring to life.
They are the rural gargoyles,
stationary guardians for this lonely road.©therooftoppoet
#poetry #dead #suicide #love
I'm Not Dead Yet
I'm not dead yet.
Maybe that's the problem.
I'm still alive.
With all the problems
That come with it.
You showed up.
Bringing tools and glue.
Trying to fix
A broken person.
Who never had hope.
But thanks to you
I'm not dead yet.©therooftoppoet
#poetry #rhyming #sad #abuse #fostercare #drugs
Happily Every After
Daddy was a drug fiend,Momma was a whore.She was just a child,But she ain't a kid any more.She was born into a lifeThat she didn't deserve to live.They'll take her innocenceUntil there's nothing left to give.Repeatedly sold off for moneyTo fill her daddy's veins.Wanting to live her own lifeBut her momma controls the reins.A girl of twelve, she'sStill not even a woman.She's already knownThe touch of an older man.She knows peace after theRed and blue lights.They've taken her awayAnd given her a peaceful night.She moved in with a familyWho've asked her for nothing.No semblance of her old life,Except her momma's old ring.Sleeping alone in her bedFor the first time in forever.She felt safe. She felt loved.She found her happily ever...after.©therooftoppoet
#cancer #fuckcancer #overdose #heroin #death
ODs And The Big C
Needle in her arm, passing out again.
She's nodding out on a broken
Couch in a house with no doors.
She's low as she's ever been
But higher than ever. Her body is killing herFrom the inside out.
"Six months," she remembers.
That's all she had left.
Longer with the poison.
"If I'm gonna have poison in my veins,
I'm gonna be the one to put it there."She needles at her bodyFrom the outside in.While she's drifting off,She's trying to remember the good times.She doesn't remember muchBefore finally drifting off.©therooftoppoet