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Stranger Among the Smoke MAG

By Anonymous

He sits in his old
Decrepit house.
Smoke fills the room.
Next to him,
A bottle of whiskey,
Empty as usual.
A Marlboro burns slowly
In the ashtray.
Will his life flicker out soon,
Just like the cigarette?
Dip spit coats his harmonica,
A thought to himself,
Maybe that’s why he can’t play
Like he used to.
He picks up his pen.
Looks at his paper.
Thinks.
Nothing.
He looks around,
Sees all the cases of memories,
All the cases of heartache,
All the cases of his soul.
He strums his guitar one last time
Before placing it on the floor.
A note, one that used to be so
Familiar,
Now,
Just a stranger
Floating in the
Smoke-filled room.
Never to be wanted,
Never to be played again.



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on Jul. 14 2011 at 11:05 am
WritingGirlKyla14 PLATINUM, West Valley, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
10.<br /> I am a princess, all girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren&#039;t pretty or smart or young. They&#039;re still princesses, all of us.&quot; -Frances Hodgeson Burnett, A Little Princess<br /> or<br /> 1.<br /> Live in the present, remember the past and fear not the future, for it doesn&#039;t exist and never shall. There is only now.&quot; _Christopher Paolini, Eldest

So cool.

~K  : )


DesertFlower said...
on Nov. 4 2008 at 7:20 pm
It was interesting. I liked it alot.

soxrox said...
on Aug. 22 2008 at 7:07 pm
wow. it's amazing. wow, i can't say anything else