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Sorry I wrote this poem

A Poem by the tipsy writer

Sorry. But ill start this poem with an apology because it’s a the only thing I know. Sorry, it’s like a second skin because my first has..

I would fly

A Poem by the tipsy writer

When I was a kid, I would fly. And I would watch the world grow smaller, smaller Smaller… …until it disappeared below me. In my dr..

you

A Poem by the tipsy writer

Hell is a room with youBut Hell is also without you.Because I’ve intertwined myselfWith you, so deep,With secrets, only meant for you.And I can ..

cigarettes, existentialism, and the wandering mind

A Poem by the tipsy writer

I’ll open a pack of cigarettesWhen the night is that kind of cool and crispWhen the sun is settingAnd your bones start to chillOr when the morni..

Hashtag Cali

A Poem by the tipsy writer

Pessimistic, I know

the wolf

A Poem by the tipsy writer

In the silent night, not so silent, Whispers fed and fear so triumphed. The moon pregnant in golden light; Foggy dew marked my beginning ..

to be alive

A Poem by the tipsy writer

Fear is a stark reminder of what living can truly be.Of why we yearn to be alive in the first place.When we are fronted with that dread of the worst k..

it starts with a thought

A Poem by the tipsy writer

It starts with a thought,A wormy thing that infectsLike a parasitePreying on that brief,Brief moment of doubtUntil it’s gorgedAnd left a shell o..

the bereavement room

A Poem by the tipsy writer

The bereavement roomThe hollow, soul-filling, sweet melancholyOf that that ugly roomHas bored its way into my DNA.Becoming the first chapterIn a book ..

I was here

A Poem by the tipsy writer

On the walls of the world, it is proclaimed: “I am here” A small declaration in the shadows of giants. But I will be forgotten. And th..