Best Urbantime Poems
Memories dance in her head
As she waited for his flight to land
She remembered their first date
The first time they held hands
The first time they kissed
The first time they said 'I love you'
It was long overdue for her to see him
(Meanwhile)
He dreaded his flight was going to land
He knew it was wrong
But he had found someone who he loved dearly
He loved his high school sweetheart
But the new person was everything
He'd been looking for
They'd spent so much time together
The past two weeks
(He gets off the plane...)
She runs to greet him
Only to stop in her tracks
And see him holding on to another woman
Her first instinct was to cry
But she chose not to jump to conclusions
And run to greet him
Maybe she was just a friend
(He spots her...)
How am I going to explain this?
She is going to be crushed
Maybe I can still keep this a secret
But that would only make it worse
Only time will tell
But I love her
But I also love this woman too
What to do, what to do?
TO BE CONTINUED......
DO DON’T, WILL, WON’T
We were wandering, we were lost
Four who knew not the route out of a maze
Other’s blood upon our hearts was there embossed
Never to forget a dead man’s glaring gaze
Once, twice and then one becomes numb and void
While death becomes birth’s ally and partner in crime
Some may swear and some become annoyed
But we all got high as if all we had was time
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you never know
While my desperation and neediness ever grew
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you feel your habit grow
And to ignore that fact is what some junkies opt to do
I, on the other hand swore that I would not die’
For careful was I about who and where I’d go
If I didn’t know the dealer I wasn’t getting high
Because rat poison is cheaper than lactose, that much I know
Some dealers feel a junkie’s angst and desperate needs
As that junkie grows more fearsome in a sordid sort of way
Both dealers and junkies are forced to do some desperate deeds
Yet out of four poor wanderers I’m the only one still alive
© 2011.….Poefree
DO DON’T, WILL, WON’T
We were wandering, we were lost
Four who knew not the route out of a maze
Other’s blood upon our hearts was there embossed
Never to forget a dead man’s glaring gaze
Once, twice and then one becomes numb and void
While death becomes birth’s ally and partner in crime
Some may swear and some become annoyed
But we all got high as if all we had was time
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you never know
While my desperation and neediness ever grew
Each time a dealer hands you a bag you feel your habit grow
And to ignore that fact is what some junkies opt to do
I, on the other hand swore that I would not die’
For careful was I about who and where I’d go
If I didn’t know the dealer I wasn’t getting high
Because rat poison is cheaper than lactose, that much I know
Some dealers feel a junkie’s angst and desperate needs
As that junkie grows more fearsome in a sordid sort of way
Both dealers and junkies are forced to do some desperate deeds
Yet out of four poor wanderers I’m the only one still alive
© 2011.….Poefree
No Time Left
Cruising down Hollywood and Vine,
there's no time to stop and dine,
my life's on the line.
No time for roses and wine,
no time to grab my lifeline.
For when the sunshine
comes up,
my nightlife
will wind
down.