City Folk and Starbucks Girl

What the hell is happening to me

i've gotten small i've gotten weak

so used to having you around 

I forgot about my faith

i forgot about my strength

you took the wind from out my feet

until i forgot the words i need to speak

forgot the rest 

forgot that fire in viens

that makes my palms sweat

I stopped nostalgia in it's tracks

i wonder if its too late now to act

too late to throw a rope around the past

i sit here latte in the afternoon and wonder if this is how she did it

why someone wound up a barista 10 years into a starbucks job

How i wound up digging into graveyards of facebook profiles 

when i should be packing my bags for another year at a school that's probably paved with human remains

The streets have been cleaned too many times

of the blood of pissed off city folk

too stubborn to take the half mile walk down to the bay

Ma said the closer you get to the ocean the more open minds you meet

But I walk the only exception every spring and fall 

because it's a waste of money to say no to the streets filled with garbage and the mold-smudged walls

And all i've found here are people locking doors and curling up on bus stop benches

All i've found are cracks to slip through when someone cracks their mind wide open and closes their hands around the professors throat

Reviews

[Jackie]

Quite interesting poem you got here.. Are you referring to yourself in this one? Very different. .thanks for the read.. :-)

[Kaylee April]

Thank you :) yes i'm just writing in stream of consciousness.