Poetry For Everyday People
Flowers Growing In Hearts
I was alone
living in a
one bedroom
apartment in Miami,
no air conditioning,
one fan
that I moved with me
from one corner
to the next,
free to discover
the world, time to
discover myself, a
chance to find my
cure, my medicine
in this life,
maybe create, something?
intense self analysis,
I had books
all around me
mostly poetry, literature, some
psychiatry, philosophy, music,
just me, candles, a radio,
notebooks, pens, thoughts
that actually got explored
rather than interrupted,
feelings that got played out,
four a.m. walking the streets
of South Beach, a fly with nine
hearts, a romantic alone, watching
the scene, the night people,
butterflies in heels, we
all loved our neon's, our bars,
at four a.m.,
walking city streets,
alleys, smoking time beautifully,
invisibly, the star of the show,
buying a large cheese pizza
(man the smell of fresh garlic, mozzarella, oregano,
tomato sauce and olive oil at four in the morning)
walking back home, content, free,
no one could find me,
I needed to find me first.
living in a
one bedroom
apartment in Miami,
no air conditioning,
one fan
that I moved with me
from one corner
to the next,
free to discover
the world, time to
discover myself, a
chance to find my
cure, my medicine
in this life,
maybe create, something?
intense self analysis,
I had books
all around me
mostly poetry, literature, some
psychiatry, philosophy, music,
just me, candles, a radio,
notebooks, pens, thoughts
that actually got explored
rather than interrupted,
feelings that got played out,
four a.m. walking the streets
of South Beach, a fly with nine
hearts, a romantic alone, watching
the scene, the night people,
butterflies in heels, we
all loved our neon's, our bars,
at four a.m.,
walking city streets,
alleys, smoking time beautifully,
invisibly, the star of the show,
buying a large cheese pizza
(man the smell of fresh garlic, mozzarella, oregano,
tomato sauce and olive oil at four in the morning)
walking back home, content, free,
no one could find me,
I needed to find me first.
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Flowers Growing In Hearts
Flowers Growing In Hearts
