Out on the West Coast

Out on the West Coast

A Poem by Zoie Pain

Its
                                                       

I'm looking out the window, all I see is more snow


wet and always cold


I'm sitting by a fire,


tea in hand I sip it while I try


to figure out just what I'm doing here


I'm so sick of all the traffic


day after day always in my way


This fast pace always running late


forget when you last ate


to broke to go out on a date


everyone here seems so fake


wanna just go fishing on a lake


Take a rod and reel


and just keep it real


but there's just too much snow


to much cold


my hands shake my body numb


I hate the snow,


I don't want to be cold


I'm thinking of a beach somewhere,


sand in my hair, shoe thrown in the air


I'm thinking of sun warm on my skin


playing with my sons


I could be so content


just letting it vent


no screaming tired or honking horns


give me an accustic guitar and Dr.Pepper


its a real helper


I'll just let it fly


get high


and try to write

© 2009 Zoie Pain


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Added on February 16, 2009

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Zoie Pain
Zoie Pain

Kent, WA



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I grew up in what use to be the small town of Savannah GA. Since I moved away 2 years ago it seems that everything there is now booming into an uncontrolled big city. The thought makes me sad. I live .. more..

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A Poem by Zoie Pain