Miscellaneous:

[Flookyyy]

The technicality wears me down into a mess
We discuss it over coffee and avoided eye contact.
Remembering that afternoon I spent running from you.
I ran into him,
And realised too late I was running in the wrong direction.
We find comfort in the fact that
I'm only confident when I'm under the influence.
"You bring the cigarettes, I'll bring the kerosene."

[nomadicrhymer]

I love this poem...it digs into the meat of life's "moments" when clarity strikes and we take a step back to see what a mess we made of our lives.

Remembering that afternoon I spent running from you.
I ran into him,
And realised too late I was running in the wrong direction.

The 3 lines above made the entire poem, and can probably stand on their own.

Very compelling write!

Nomad

[mysticpoet729]

i like te poem. starbucks is very adictive. believe me. lol

[Flookyyy]

Thanks a lot
And yes, I know too well! lol
xo