Chaos In A BottleIn cold city back alleys, between dumpster diving bums and rusted chainlink sit the hopeless. The people described to chaos in a bottle.Chaos In A Bottle7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They smell like gasoline from burning to ash all of their hope and their dreams. We have strawberry tinted faces where reality has chosen to slap us back to its faceless grip.
But you were not of the hopeless. No you had a fire in your eyes and a smile on your cotton candy lips. Taking my steady hand in yours shaking with violence I really saw that day
You took it slow. Telling me that the only hope you believed in was death. That one day we would all die. I smiled and said I wanted to be angel, to blow kisses and make the wind or cry to create rain.
Anger flickered in fire eyes as another strawberry stain painted my cheek. And you said never to believe in any hopes or any dreams. So that night I dreamed that you became an angel along with me.
Street lamps flickered out and the perfect people like yourself turned away like a cold icy