| Drunk Author: |
bg_trbl1 |
| Description: |
Sitting drinking after a shit storm week at work |
| Location: |
UnitedStates |
| When: |
5/7/2009 5:46:51 PM |
| What: |
A poem duh |
| Why: |
Poet had a shit storm week and gf does not give a shit |
| de comment: |
Good poetry. Almost too good. The seconds become minutes, minutes become hours line can go into the cliche bucket; however, outstanding first submit. The poet almost seems too comfortable with the poetry - gives one the sense that He is not going to expose or emote anything he does not comfortably mean to. So, with his outstanding talent for poetry, I suggest that the poet try a poem while a bit more drunk than he was for this poem. |
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| Love or Alcohol |
I sit here drinking a drink
She sits on the other side of the room
There is nothing to say about tonight
The only thing between us is space
Love, sex, emotion is still present,
Excitement is gone for the moment.
Surroundings suppress the draw between
Inappropriate at the time forseen.
Alcohol has its pros and cons
She doesn’t understand the turmoil within
Although she treats me with respect,
The feeling contained throws a wrench at the monkey
And there is nothing but blackness behind the scene
As the second hand moves in a non-ceasing pattern
Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours
The feeling hurts to the soul, but that’s not what matters.
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| Author, bg_trbl1 |
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