A Poem by weaknight

again, english :/


the wine is finished, finished is the party, it's finished that 

we didn't realised rightaway

drunk, full bellies, bubbles and gastric juices

drunk and unaware, the night, it doesn't finish

before i stand up offer a dance to the host

kind, tell him thank you, for the wine the night the stars

the death that doesn't come when you await it but 

it, if it comes, not it, it doesn't wait

let's dance. the feet to tip-tap, chasing

in the void because the void scares and so

let's scan it with cheerfull taps and there!

let's not think about it

it's night, how long is it night? i've lost my head,

on this couch i forgot the time, your name

and even mine, but if i think about it...

no, if i think about it it comes to my mind that i still...

yes... still...

still. i'm thirsty and my stomach will revolt itself

the viscera begging for mercy, the hands 

to pardon them and there! other wine, other party, other 

dance of the hanging from the noose of destiny...

and so please, stop me. you who, when it's morning, look 

at me gasping in the cold grip..the awareness is only yours and

then i please you. stop me.

in your heads, clink little thoughts. words come out easy for you in a wild ride towards the victory. the prize? i, us all who didn't ask you that to ignore us because... sometimes it's easy

the love

sometimes it comes and brings you away.


© 2011 weaknight

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I read whole writing and like whole wording!
Really lovely writing!
Keep it up!
Do you read mine to Anguish and Manner
God bless you!

Posted 10 Years Ago

powerful intense write.well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on May 19, 2011
Last Updated on May 19, 2011
Tags: wine, spleen, love, outcast




giving a shape to this Chaos more..

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A Poem by weaknight