Morning breath, coffee drink by supagudg, literature
Literature
Morning breath, coffee drink
Morning breath, coffee drink
Half and half, 3 sugars
Unmade bed, sleeper lies
lie in it, she had said
i did lie we did lay
we did play and consume
did devour did not know
no one knew no one knows
Some days, I have bad days consecutively
This occurs to me occasionally when I have a bad week
It's not too hard to blame withdrawals
from nicotene and alcohol
But the truth is i'm withdrawn from you
and without you it's barely Christmas and a crappy new year
I'll have a sappy holiday with my guitar chords and tears
the muses sang me jingle bells to point out i was alone
so i sat to think a spell like song to summon you home
well, i had a brain fart which turned into a shit storm, and nothin quite came out right so this is all you get i guess.
and i don't know if i'll stand this much longer from here
just fourteen chords from my gu
That entity known as Identity
I lost not,
but it abandoned me.
It was too big to fit in my memory,
and I forgot who I was.
When I surfaced from under water,
I was pulled by antigravities
into a shallow sea of sobriety
and back again.
There is no realm separating the seas for me.
Abstain
Indulge
Abstain
Indulge
Indulge
Indulge
My faith is an inconstancy;
My spirit screams for sanctity,
but reeks of infidelity.
The bride has her mistress.
Ever shall I have a name but "sinner,"
serving gods of two?
One more than One True?
i felt the alcohol poisoning my abdomen
and pushing at the back of my throat
like a statement that must get out,
so i was forced to spill my dissertation
onto the bedspread,
after which i slept in sick.
i awoke,
cleansed of the impurities
which had tainted me the night before
almost sane,
and wandered my new home
like a newborn--
a man born anew
--until i came upon a bench
and i sat
murmuring to myself
saying nothing to passersby.
I do these things because I hate myself.
I hate myself because I do these things.
Such clarity!
live
and let lie
in the darkened corner of your mind
the objects you
bored and detached
tossed aside
behind the dresser
like broken playthings
live
and let die
Nowhere. Now Here--No.. Where? by supagudg, literature
Literature
Nowhere. Now Here--No.. Where?
there r 2 of u
and 2 of me
until skin brushes skin,
we can never b whole
4 wat am i
but an img
a sentence
an update
what r u
but a song
a smile(y)
a penpal
were just transmitting signals--
signals that de eri r at and d!$t0rt
--and making doo
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in
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range
good grief
lies in my bed
lies in wait
like a faithful mistress
though i
the adulterer
part from her each morning
she is always there when i return
she kisses and caresses me
holds me tightly
and forbids me from crying
no matter how i wrong her
she will never abandon me
good grief
sometimes death is real
and it takes hold of you
and shakes you
and no pinch nor fond thought
nor savage cry can loosen its grip
the metaphor is finished
i was shaken once
i saw the irony
which makes us identical in our isolation
which is death
which is life's truth:
each must face it alone, the shared fate of all mankind
Morning breath, coffee drink by supagudg, literature
Literature
Morning breath, coffee drink
Morning breath, coffee drink
Half and half, 3 sugars
Unmade bed, sleeper lies
lie in it, she had said
i did lie we did lay
we did play and consume
did devour did not know
no one knew no one knows
Some days, I have bad days consecutively
This occurs to me occasionally when I have a bad week
It's not too hard to blame withdrawals
from nicotene and alcohol
But the truth is i'm withdrawn from you
and without you it's barely Christmas and a crappy new year
I'll have a sappy holiday with my guitar chords and tears
the muses sang me jingle bells to point out i was alone
so i sat to think a spell like song to summon you home
well, i had a brain fart which turned into a shit storm, and nothin quite came out right so this is all you get i guess.
and i don't know if i'll stand this much longer from here
just fourteen chords from my gu
That entity known as Identity
I lost not,
but it abandoned me.
It was too big to fit in my memory,
and I forgot who I was.
When I surfaced from under water,
I was pulled by antigravities
into a shallow sea of sobriety
and back again.
There is no realm separating the seas for me.
Abstain
Indulge
Abstain
Indulge
Indulge
Indulge
My faith is an inconstancy;
My spirit screams for sanctity,
but reeks of infidelity.
The bride has her mistress.
Ever shall I have a name but "sinner,"
serving gods of two?
One more than One True?
They cried & kissed you--
facing forward to salute the sky
eyes closed, disregarding onlookers--
and threw floweres on you...
And then they shut the door
They sang hymns & spoke of you
with kind, loving words;
with tears and smiles merging
And then they shut the door
A preacher spoke of a better place--
an elevated realm
where the pain would go away--
A place where you were.
And then they shut the door
Slow Dances:
Your arms around my neck
mine around your waist
Lower
We stand as close as possible
swaying back and forth
not really dancing...
embracing
I can smell your hair
My heart quickens
It smells like...like...
Ecstasy
Our song ends
We look into each other's eyes
And walk back holding hands
I hope this never ends
We arrive
Now we must part
fingers linger as long as possible
Not sad...
Just waiting for tomorrow.
Emotions: An Original Arrangement of Cliches
Emotions...
So explosive
the gunpowder of the soul
easily set off
by the slightest spark
a glance?
a graze?
a kiss?
What (k)raze must i now endure
due to subtle words
empty of intent
but full of power
eyes that love, but lie
and ignite these wildfires
and leaving their bearer
punch-drunk and jaded?