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Simon Obirek Jun 2014
mom told me
to get out of bed
every morning
before school.

at school,
the bully shoved me aside
and told me to get out
of his way.

when I got older
my parents split up
and my dad told me
to get out of his house.

later,
home from party,
cop pulled me over
told me to get out
of my car
and into a cell.

girlfriend of five years,
we even had a kid together,
told me to get out of her life
and I never saw her again.

don't you ever feel like
the world is trying
to send you a message?
Simon Obirek Jun 2014
sometimes i wonder
how many people
I’ve talked to for the last time.

sometimes I wonder
how many people
I’ve hurt and how many
I have yet to hurt.

sometimes I wonder
how many times I’ve passed
the person I’ll marry.

sometimes I wonder
which of the people I love
will die first.

sometimes I wonder
when I’ll die
and if that will finally
make me happy.
Simon Obirek May 2014
it's hard to get out of bed
these days,
either the whisky is too strong
or the confidence too weak.

got up
shaved
ate a healthy breakfast
brushed my teeth
everything went so well
I almost didn't drink my morning beer.
almost.

at the restaurant,
sweetest girl
she's been through
most things like me.
downing red wine
with a beam.

then she enters
looks my way
I get cold and cagey
new girl looks worried.
I grab my ***** and
start chugging the wine.
I ended up
******* myself to sleep.
Simon Obirek May 2014
How I miss those days
people going in and out my flat
as if it was a train station
or perhaps even
an airport.

People would enter and leave
at their leisure
talking to me
smoking with me
******* me
those days went by
rather quickly.
The stream of folks
would never end
and my door
would never stop swinging.

These days I just sit around
sip some cheap boxed wine
and lament "The View" on TV.
The only words I say
are caused by pain
or alcohol.

A sound of a near silent knock
then burst hinges
they wanted me to pay
for all the coke.
They brought their crowbars
and they wouldn't stop swinging.
Simon Obirek May 2014
I promised mum I'd give
her my old baby photos back
once I was done.

Alcoholism took her
before I could ever
keep my promise.
Simon Obirek May 2014
sometimes i wonder
how many people
I've talked to for the last time.

sometimes I wonder
how many people
I've hurt and how many
I have yet to hurt.

sometimes I wonder
how many times I've passed
the person I'll marry.

sometimes I wonder
which of the people I love
will die first.

sometimes I wonder
when I'll die
and if I'll finally
he happy
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