Lines

Lines

A Poem by BlueZan

Whiskey and wine or

beer and cigarettes, it

takes a substance to write a line.

Regret begets regret begets

passion begets whiskey and wine or

beer and cigarettes maybe lines

between lines, lines

under lines written in ink on

cigarette paper to inhale words that

are hard to say out loud and

even harder on my lungs and they’re

indelible but

at least I can’t see them anymore.

At least they are staining my lungs

instead of my lips, words

that won’t help anyone by being heard

words that flow dark and heavy, ideas

born of drunken sadness or

high lowness or

exceptional mediocrity, I’ve

always been an overachiever when it comes to

underachieving, I can’t

draw a straight line or walk

a straight line or visualize

a straight line but I try.

I try to

reason with myself and my own actions I

try to tell your voice in my head that

I tried,

I tried so hard but sometimes

the harder I feel I’m trying the

less it looks like I’m doing anything

at all.

Sometimes

I feel lonely until I remind myself

that real loneliness is wanting to tell someone

you miss them 

but having no one to miss.

Sometimes

I feel like I’ve crossed some imaginary,

indelible line that can be neither seen

nor heard and I remember

there is no line,

there are no lines between the lines

on this paper between

my fingertips so I

take another sip,

light another cigarette printed with

the things I’ll never say and

look even harder for another line

to cross.

© 2014 BlueZan


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I feel lonely until I remind myself
that real loneliness is wanting to tell someone
you miss them
but having no one to miss.

I like the mystery of those lines.....

Posted 8 Years Ago


Ah the ever inspiring fuel of a somber lonliness. These beginni.g lines beckon a reality that heeds many readers as many have drowned sorrows in habits. Then you give us a glimpse i.to the fragility of a lonely heart and the great walls that surround it. Very well crafted, love the concept of lines here, gives it a meaning nature to our daily doldrums.

Posted 8 Years Ago


BlueZan

8 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your time and kind words!

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BlueZan
BlueZan

Springfield, MO



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