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And this is how the mornings go...

I stick it in my mouth and it vibrates
The news breeds violence
Coffee
Awkward silence
Hows the weather, where are my shoes?
And who are you anyway?
We will drink tonight
To loosen our tongues
And then we will sleep alone
Dreaming about being together
Twisted tongues and tornadoes
And where will my shoes be in the morning?

Written by cattymagraa

(beck)

Published 23rd Aug 2010

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shoes

Natalja (Natalya)

23rd Aug 2010 8:32pm

such a short but thoughtful poem. I liked ur usage of "shoes" and the way they are constantly being lost; as if the main character is trying to pull himself/herself together, to find the missing part of the puzzle of the better life; as if the main character is in constant search of the real "him/her". in this poem colors of red and black prevail over the daily life; who knows maybe it is a daily life... thanks for sharing

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cattymagraa (beck)

- Edited 24th Aug 2010 00:49am

24th Aug 2010 00:48am

I am glad you felt there was some feeling of colours as red and black are my favourite!
It's meant to be a slightly exaggerated story of how you feel when your living in like student halls or some place where your not sure where you fit in and the booze and hormones and shoes are getting everywhere!
Your comments were really interesting thanks...