To Drink
To Drink or Not To Drink (x2)
I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they just weren’t asking the right
question.
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I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they were speaking the right
language.
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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hope you made it to the end of your work week alright and that the time off has you feeling fine. This is just a little diddy of an idea that I think sounds alright enough to stand on its own. Then, of course, I thought of a secondary ending and I ended up liking both of them so much, I though I’d post them. Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to let me know which one you favored the most.
Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long your drinks are cold.
You Are What You Write
You Are What You Write
I don’t want to be
ironic
impractical
unrealistic
romantic
I just want to write, me,
an addict who thinks that
life’s a bit more trashy
than it is tragic and
who just wants to find a
way to laugh instead of cry
and turn screams into
sighs huffed over cups
half full, empty, or
filled up with whatever I
damn well please
So, I won’t write about roses
romantic flings, or convoluted
notions for which you have to dig
I’ll be
blunt
real
hungover
unhinged
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Half way through the work week, folks. Hope you’re hanging in there. Wanted to throw up a nice little poem today after I did some writing over the weekend, and some research on popular poetry and topics. I penned some more conservative works and did some more perfect metered rhymes and, you know what? I didn’t like them. Why? Because that’s not how I am nor is it how I like to write. So, on that thought, I did this one instead and I’m rather fond of this guy. He’s real, kind of funny looking, a little sour, but he’s one hell of a fun guy. And that’s kind of how I realize I like my poems so, hopefully, you’ll enjoy them, too.
Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Pursuit of Happiness
Pursuit of Happiness
Envious of immortality
I stalk solemnly, a chided
lion waltzing through scenes
that seem steeped in a
forever that never dares
to stray far from the line.
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Cookie cutter cultural
norms reveal familiar
scenes of caffeine corrupted
teens sipping on their truth
from magazines while
blind adolescence dreams
of something far greater
than what is in store.
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Denied grace of ignorance
and its bliss, too old and
jaded for innocence, I still
prowl through the scenery,
saving these scenic routes for
days when I am particularly
in need of moral support.
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This is just one of those poems that happened when the lines fell together. Sort of a thought of looking back on youth and life, and then thinking about moving forwards in it.
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