New Nose Ring and I am sooo Tired.. 2006
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poem about my smoking shed, feb 18, 06

MY SMOKING SHED--OH NO!! ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT PROSE!

My boyfriend hates that I started smoking, so he built me a little place to smoke in out in the backyard. The place is inside a rusty shed. It has some spaceheaters and a bunch of books. A lot of times, I am out there IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. Its really Lonely so thats why I added the photo of the screen door.
OKAY, GET READY ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT PROSE. I USED TO BE GOOD AT IT. I WON A FEW POETRY AWARDS IN HIGH SCHOOL! OH WELL




"THE SHED"

All alone in a shed,
In the middle of the night
with heat lamps burning and false candlelight.
I have just finished a book
and I am taking a drag from a cancer stick
that has become my whole life.
The street cleaner is buzzing from a few blocks away,
And I cannot understand why I still stay.
There are ashes on my pants, and South Park slippers on my feet,
newspapers on the crumbling floor and my diet drink.
I am lonely for the man inside or maybe just the internet and all my lost pride.
I light another while I sit here and think
Is he waiting for me or does he just hate that I stink?


All this was here before I came, before he even knew my name
I miss him, but I want to be alone,
to try and understand the mess that my life has become.
Virginia Slims and drugs and nothing important.
Rusty and old at Twenty-nine,
I suppose this shed is all I have left of my former happier self
I might as well go in now,
I've smoked up a pack or two,
I cut out the light and thats what i do.
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