I'm a poet, dontcha know it!

[emotionisdead67]

The room colored bright and echoed of conversation. The wooden table etched out with old and happy times. The stale smell of smokey air. This is what I remember.

There mouths never stopped moving and I had not a word to say. Its been that way all day. I could careless. So anyway as I left, I didn't say a word. I finally got this right.

The fresh crisp air hit my face. I zipped up my hoodie looked to the sky and I was on my way. My shoe thread wore thin just as my patience that night and my soul burned with the cigarette I smoked and was painted the color of my lungs.

I walked and walked. I had no regrets. I watch cars pass by even caught a glimpse of a young boy looking out through the cars window. With a smile and quick wave he passed. I was quickly reminded of myself at his age and I wondered what life would bring his way.

I was guided by forces of self discovery and realizations. Not everything is what you want or think it to be. This is what I am and who I've become. This is what I remember a walk home under stary skys clouded with thought.

 

[(Wordy)]

On this evidence, I'd say you're definitely a poet. A poet who understands the workings of prose, which can be a killer combination. This part is especially poetic:

There mouths never stopped moving and I had not a word to say. Its been that way all day. I could careless. So anyway as I left, I didn't say a word. I finally got this right.

The fresh crisp air hit my face. I zipped up my hoodie looked to the sky and I was on my way. My shoe thread wore thin just as my patience that night and my soul burned with the cigarette I smoked and was painted the color of my lungs.

I love how the phrase "I finally got this right" works in there. It says so much, gives shape and texture to the character.

The piece stands on its own, but I want to read more!

 

[emotionisdead67]

Thank you so much. There will be alot more to come.

Thank you for the kind words.