it’s 2 am again,
and I’m sitting alone on a cold suburban rooftop,
bare toes curled over shingles
thinking thoughts and shooting stars
and keeping silent vigil
Because what if Tonight
is the night?
December 13, 2014
is there anybody out there? (the Watcher on the Roof)
By marcofreschi
This entry was posted on Saturday, December 13th, 2014 at 2:17 am and posted in Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
-
Join 1,899 other subscribers
Archives
- November 2017
- November 2016
- September 2016
- June 2016
- April 2016
- February 2016
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
Follow us on Twitter too!!
Follow @ogpoetryOriginal Poetry is now on Facebook!
-
Top Posts & Pages
- Once
- cups of coffee are for the end of the world (& late nights.)
- the wide world (go have a look, see what you find.)
- indefinite definition (vivi la tua vita.)
- life on the roof of the world (life everywhere?)
- midnight on the interstate (& i didnt feel so great.)
- America (the land, the people, & what marco thinks.)
- hitchhike fright night (for the native women of the yellowhead highway.)
- big world (small marco.)
- beloved by god.
Original Poetry 
Leave a Reply