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Bad Poetry In Under A Minute: In Something by Ray Printer Friendly

Autumn nights, beer bottles in hand,

Air crisp with the smell of fallen leaves

And anticipation

Of promise or heartbreak.


Love, kicking and screaming,

It isnít what either of us want,

Not what we need,

But what we have to have.


It hurts us both, too deep for repair.

We know it,

And hate it,

But this is love.


Stars sparkling, lonely in their groups,

Airplanes to everywhere,

Anywhere,

Oblivious to the world above and the world below.


Tears, warm against the night,

Cold against the skin.

Professing in anger

The hopes of forever

And the knowledge of despair.


Future memories of winter,

Of snowed-in days

And bundled nights

Spent in each otherís arms.

Not to be.


Broken promises,

Broken hearts,

Only the lies remain whole

And untarnished.


Youíll fill the cracks of your heart

With men

And alcohol

And wild parties

That dare you to be someone else.


Iíll fill the hole in my chest

With work

And drugs

And thoughts of blades

On skin and

Blood in the basin.

And darkness where there is

No worry.


Autumn nights, beer bottles in hand,

Air crisp with the smell of fallen leaves

And I see you smile, and hear you say,

ďI love you.Ē


So for tonight, reality will wait.

Tonight, it is us, as we are,

As we should be,

In love,

In denial.


posted 9/14/08


Comments:
Entered By Dave Riley From Unknown
2008-09-14 05:24:50

You mention alcohol in all your indeed high-spirited poems. You need to admit you have a problem, that's what I think.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2008-09-14 05:56:02

My problem is that I need something stronger.


Entered By rik From Unknown
2008-09-17 17:54:42

I agree with Dave Riley. It was definitely the mention of alcohol that concerned me when reading your poem rather than the references to drugs and mutilating yourself. Good call, Dave Riley.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2008-09-24 03:41:38

Don't worry about my alcoholism, gang--originally, I wrote it like we were on the porch holding decapitated infants. I changed it to beer bottles because I wanted it to seem like I had issues.



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