Writing While Intoxicated
By johnqpublic
I've just stumbled from a cozy diveto my favorite late night coffee shopprepared to share my wisdom with the multitudesHeavy music fills melike God's heartbeat.Whiskey inside me fuels my pento scatter rainbows across a pageand I am flyingin love with the demons that torture me inside.in league with dark stormtrooperson a scorched-earth campaignto destroy every soul within their path.Hostility flows from me-nothing like the sweet love sonnetsI produce in the brightness of the day.Whiskey brings happy thoughtsto some; in me, sinister dreams fill my head.Morning brings remorse and a throbbing head-I review my rageful scribbles as ifthey came from some foreign handYou see, in the brightness of the dawnI cannot not stand the darkness of my face;so I dim the light of self-recognitionby pouring whiskey down my soul. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 03:37 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I've just stumbled from a cozy diveto my favorite late night coffee shopprepared to share my wisdom with the multitudesHeavy music fills melike God's heartbeat.Whiskey inside me fuels my pento scatter rainbows across a pageand I am flyingin love with the demons that torture me inside.in league with dark stormtrooperson a scorched-earth campaignto destroy every soul within their path.Hostility flows from me-nothing like the sweet love sonnetsI produce in the brightness of the day.Whiskey brings happy thoughtsto some; in me, sinister dreams fill my head.Morning brings remorse and a throbbing head-I review my rageful scribbles as ifthey came from some foreign handYou see, in the brightness of the dawnI cannot not stand the darkness of my face;so I dim the light of self-recognitionby pouring whiskey down my soul...."