Morning Person

Morning Person

A Poem by Alias

The poisons in my veins are yet
to leave me
they nestle sweetly buzzing
await their farewell bite

bodies surround me
sticky with sickly morning sweat
sleep, hard-fought, has taken them
stale breath forms clouds 
above us all

limbs ache and heavy heads
loll carelessly on makeshift beds
the wounds that at conception
were nothing to us
insist on being felt

murmers and grunts
join the morning chorus
only I am there to hear
the disjointed harmony
of the flightness birds I find
snoozing at my feet. 


© 2016 Alias



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Sounds like a terrific orgy, lol. Damn, I hate being awake in the morning. Very descriptive and the visuals are quite depressing in their representation.

Overall, pretty good job! ;)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Some mornings bring back the memories of dull affairs of the yesterday and a day-ahead. The body will not accept the life is what it means. A good imaginary there.

Posted 1 Year Ago


they nestle sweetly buzzing
await their farewell bite

Love that line...so descriptive, with its own kind of bite. Great poem...full of imagery that grabs the reader and pulls them into the emotion. Nicely done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


I had the impression that this was a drug house with a bunch of people partying for days and all coming down together. I'm probably completely wrong but it was just my take on it. Nonetheless it's an interesting write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


what a coincidence...i am just now reading this poem and listening to the soundtrack of Romeo and Juliet...and this reminds me of when he was exiled and she would have to wake without him near...and i also remember a love who departed for another country and how suddenly lonely the mornings became..

beautiful poem, Alias.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Powerful use of words and thoughts. You create images and left the reader with something to think about. Thank you Alias for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


"the wounds that at conception
were nothing to us
insist on being felt" - favorite lines

You have a way of putting words together that make them jump off the page and into the soul.
I can feel every word of this. Most excellent write.


Posted 1 Year Ago


Wonderfully written with lovely imagery in tow. I really enjoyed the styling of this. Wouldn't change a thing. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


a wonderful story about the morning,birds singing at your feet,loved it !

Posted 1 Year Ago


Good job ! Great detail, keep up good work , write.laugh.love ...

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on November 19, 2016
Last Updated on November 19, 2016
Tags: youth, alcohol, drinking, drugs, friends, morning, birds, happy

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Alias
Alias

Brighton, United Kingdom



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