Velvia, Close Your Eyes.

Inspired by a female who had an outstanding IQ, and she threw it away for hard drugs.

Close your eyes.

Tonight is not a joy ride,

Tonight is about black skies.

Crying underneath the clouds,

My ceaseless bitching, all so loud.

Can you here be bellowing my sorrows outside your window?

I've been waiting here for three damn years, just for a response.

Needle pricks, new shows and cliques,

It f*****g makes me sick.

Now tell them where you came from:

Southern Utah, blonde and dumb...

I gave you soul and information,

That turned you to the infestation.

My little clay pigeon, what are your digits?

I seem to have lost them on my way.

A sour mouth, the taste of South,

Lingers on my every tooth.

Velvia...close your eyes for the last time,

So you can see, suddenly, your fate and all your crimes.

Author's Note

Reviews are appreciated and returned.

Reviews

[♥Chloe-The-Zombi..]

"Tonight is not a joy ride,
Tonight is about black skies.
Crying underneath the clouds,
My ceaseless bitching, all so loud.
Can you here be bellowing my sorrows outside your window?
I've been waiting here for three damn years, just for a response.
Needle pricks, new shows and cliques,
It f*****g makes me sick."
this is stanza was my favorite. i love this poem. you are very talented and i could relate to this poem. 100/100

[Alpris]

Nicely written!
I'm just a complete random by the way, but I enjoyed this piece.

[shoaib]

awesome work, so far i ve read a few poems where you mention so. utah where i m assuming ur from, i like that you add that into your poems makes it kinda stand out as unique to you the artist. ur style is raw and real i would say ur a writer to watch
peace

[Brook Hughes]

I love the way it flows and rhymes. I like the name Velvia! It is very unique.

[Dushyant Thadani]

This is some serious work. Such a wasted soul, and it is entirely hurt and destroyed. Great write man. Good job.

[No use.]

Such a shame, it's one of the hardest things to do... To watch talent go to waste. - grainy and raw strips of a helpless soul splayed beneath the winsome wind~ can't help but feel loathe afterwards... It's the problem of being a voyeur , they make us feel as helpless as them ...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your poem captures exceptionally well the rage born of helplessness as one observes another devastate their life by making the choice of falling inward instead of expanding outward~ there is a serious flavor of leaving las vegas in the mid section of your poetic that bumps it from gritty reality into a slightly surreal bend~ this is what, in my opinion, gives it an even tighter grip on the emotional factors~ excellent~

[Victoria Thornton]

Okay, I can't help but say that this is awesome! It's almost inviting. I can't help but be drawn into what is happening. Wonderful!

~!Be Your Own Hero!~

[HopelesslyDevoted]

interesting

[Coyote Poetry]

"I've been waiting here for three damn years, just for a response.
Needle pricks, new shows and cliques,
It f*****g makes me sick."
Easy to find freedom in drugs. Can't find a safety till death release you to a permanent peace. I like the complete poem. So many lines stood out. A outstanding poem.
Coyote