Strange Famous

A line of vodka
Clenchs inside
My chest, I still feel shaky
Since last night
And my elbows feel numb

My black tide
This rusty wave
Corroding me
I always end up
Back where I began
Back to what I was born
Into

The cola tastes bitter
The mix is too strong
The sky is epileptic
I shut it out
And turn off the phone

My black tide
No matter how hard I try
I cannot become
An absolute
I just keep walking
I'm still afraid
I still dont get it

Today I dont want to talk to anyone
Today I do not want my name to be spoken
By anone, they dont understand
Nobody cares, I know in such moments
Of bitter clarity, That there is not
A single person in the whole world
Who loves me. Of course, no one
decreed it had to be this way
I just started wrong, kept down this path
Living a life, but not of the world
Oh so they say, not of this world
Thats what they say, but I dont
Belong anywhere, I just keep telling the space
That one day I pull myself together.

But there is a long way down still
More terror that awaits me
With nothing to abjugate it
But more of this, getting by
A joke, a beer, a line of vodka
That clenchs my chest, a girl
A night, a disappointment, a
Searching, self loathing
An unspectacular dawn, bird stained
and hungry, the sun uncertain
But shining all the same
Then my black tide
The same corrosion
Rusty wave
Back here again
I'm me again

"Oh father, my mouth is full of stars"

Thats a line from a book
I remembered well

Oh father, I'll be there with you
One day, one day, and there
Will be songs and sunlight and flowers
And the world will be beautiful
We'll stand side by side
And I will be weeping

Oh father, what have you done
To me, how could I allow
you to walk by my side
After everything?

I'll buy you a whisky and sour
I'll kick your head in in the alleyway
I'll kiss the sole of your boot
If you lay on your back
And stick your legs in the air

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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."

The Gospel of Thomas

stonegrody

It got the point across. A lonely drunken night of despair. I can relate. I'd raise my glass to you but I think a simple nod will do.

maleficent

It's not very good, my butt - it's quite good- it's sad, it's lonely, it says a lot.

Drunken night of despair is a good description of it...

Well don SF...

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J.R.V.A.

Yea I agree, it's not very good.... It's great
Keep em coming

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart

amonkie

"the sun, uncertain, but shining all the same"

That seems to sum up the act of living, at certain times in our lives. Thanks for sharing!

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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna

WarriorBuddha

that's really good man. Sums up feelings I've had on many a lonley night. Please, give us more.

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Thockmorton knew if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it.

Seer666

A poem is not about words, but emotion. And that one is full of it. Very well done, and don't let anyone tell you differnt.

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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!

I am the one you warned me of

I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.