Coffee shop blues?

I feel a glimmer
of hope,
as I stand here,
nervous as hell
on a cold October night,
reciting,
to a few,
what some consider poetry,
to me,
its nothing more than
simple words,
out of the corner of my eye,
I watch you sitting there,
sipping green tea,
absorbing my broken words,
for just a second,
I am part of you,
as I stand here,
reciting bad poetry,
just a little,
less nervous,
on this cold ,
October night.
……………………………
51yrs old,
running from life,
evading words,
I read a poem,
really fast,
in public,
for the very first time,
without the help,
of whisky or friends,
maybe I will slow down,
by the time,
I am 102,
maybe not.
…………………………

Gotta get
Outta town babe
My minds on fire
The chase is on
A son offa bitch
Witta empty soul
Ten million words
Scarred forever
Release me
In the name
Of love
Of hate
Of regret
I beg you
Shelter me from my mind
So cold,
I have no where to go?
…………………………………………..

here I go
once again
my mind on fire
my heart
my heart
where is my heart,
lost in a sea
of regret,
as I wander this earth,
full of misery,
in search of
unattainable love!
……………………….….

She sat,
by my side,
at the coffee shop,
we talked,
just a little,
it felt so good,
to be so close to reality,
so wonderful,
In a way,
I never felt before.
I wonder,
will I feel this way
again.
……………………………….

The words evaporated
from my world,
the frozen moon,
unlatched the door,
a journey onto itself,
for we knew,
the poetry of winter
entered without a thought,
the calmness of the night
released our souls,
for we were one,
beneath the stars,
searching
for the evasive sun,
the beauty of reality
lay by my side,
as I grinned
and peered at the emptiness,
through the blinds,
blanketed in words,
I closed my eyes
and died.
…………………………………….

Teasing the words,
From the hallowed aisles,
Of antiquity,
I ask forgiveness,
For now I claim,
These words as mine!
…………………………………..
poetry
is not about
structure
punctuation
proper format
I know this
for a fact,
I just do not know,
What its about?
…………………………….
Blustery
Winter storm
Bear paw
Snow shoes
Strapped on tight
I struggle alone
Twenty five years later
I pen these words
As the sky turns grey
Still no
destination in sight?

Coffee shop blues?

Rocky Loder

Joined April 2009

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a kiss is a kiss is a kiss but a christmas kiss is truly a kiss!

just a compilation of stories/poetry i normaly throw away…i know?

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