Of
A new book
A new beer
A new walking path
A new store
A new buy
A new realization
A new idea
A new skill
A new girl
A new story
Otherwise
I’m going back to sleep
Tag: Poetry
The flies love beer
especially when it’s mine
they swarm around the glass
tip toeing around the rim
suckling at the sugary
nectar
where my lips had touched
Then they get greedy
and drown
their corpses float below the foam
and I drink them
straight down
and I’m none the wiser
until I realise
where did the flies go?
It’s either that or they go for a much
tastier couple
or group
even though flies tend to
stay around
filth.
Indignation
We move with time
Without knowing how to stop
How could anyone ‘ever’ feel in control
When we know how powerless we really are
At the forces that push us forward
There’s nobody there to help us land when we jump
The ground pulled from under our feet
Because time keeps moving.
Are you afraid to get left behind?
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a place of horrors
I could do a lot of things
but not here,
this place of horrors,
where the dread looms high,
temptations at every corner,
where doubts had etched into the walls,
tears soaked into the carpet
and hope buried under a sea of shit
Getting drunk on a monday
You shouldn’t do it
Yet there are places that are open
and serves you
what does the court say?
How do I explain it
to the jury?
It isn’t my fault
those bastards
want me to fail
your honour
The big guy with the wig
tilted his head
and held me
at contempt
of court
accident
Mind your step
the floor is soaked
with
the good stuff
and shards.
There were legs
and a long dress
red as red can be
close your eyes
He stood from his seat and stared
Stared into an empty room that was dark
He had a better view standing up
The darkness was beutiful
It showed him stuff
colorless pictures
of other worlds
or perhaps the future
he stepped closer and bumped into the coffe table
then the spell was gone
and there was nothing there
getting good is bad
I didn’t believe it
I don’t think anyone believed
but
it was true
because
there was no punchline.
Tears welled in one guys eyes
then everyone cried
it was very sad
I wasn’t
I was mostly relieved
I wouldn’t miss this place
This place of idiots
There’s a lot of things people should do while being alive.
Have I earned living?
Is living our only strength?
I have a job, I save, I’m good
to people
and I ha–
listen
Life feels like fate
sometimes.
I don’t think there is fate
A lot of it is luck
but there are other things that
we are in control
over.
We know the answers
Listen to the heart
is the common saying
although I don’t think anyone really
know what that means
anymore.
Some are keen listeners
others don’t
How else can I explain
the voices in my head?
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