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written late, very late at night.. quite drunk.. nothing to be proud of but I often find my muse is more receptive when I'm in an altered state.. let me know what you think

I don't want to be

Unnatural of me

It's another way to breathe

Another way to be

Tired and out of this world

Means nothing

Just a headache and some emptiness

Whatever f**ck

 

whatever world would be mine

the blurry  lines seem deeper sweeter fuller

bittersweet addiction

wish I could weep

fall asleep

I'm on top of the world

shitness, it's just my world

hang on

feel the depth of it

and return

fuller

stronger

 

Me

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Well vented on the frustrations of life.... I must say we do tell so much when drinking, you still managed to create an interesting piece of poetry out of it.

[Kerry]

The first three lines are telling. I think they say it all, but I love the way this piece rambles along. It describes discomfort combined with a desire to keep moving forward despite the odds. Nicely done!