Magic spells

December 15, 2008
By Katia Canete, West Palm Beach, FL

Lips brush your ears lingering slightly,

Drinks laugh mocking your sanity

Mirrors soon look too beautiful, so much vanity.

Cigaretts caressing against your skin

Too many drinks now, the world starts to spin

Walking for miles with eyes hung by strings

You're not awake but you can't help but grin

This concrete whispers your name

longs for you,

This concrete that's so soft wants to rub up against you.

Your stomach screams at you begging for food

But a glowing distant light seems to have mesmerized you

There's no pin pointing, no date to remember..

Time seems like no variable

Your mind is a mad man laughing endlessly

Everyone around you is a mannequin

You simply

Put them


you need.

You simply have


magic spells.

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by the summer of 2008.

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