erm , i wrote this while i was erm . Drunk, so anyone who can try to make ANY sense of this vomit please do post , i am still trying to find out myself.
Taste. Flavour, my dreams have texture Food. Banter, the train ride home. Have you asked for your place under?
In the four by four Inked in his own cell The splintered creaks together with the tattered flooring A quarter to give. none to savour the return trip.
Lies in the dreamlike trance beside the tranquil lake How many secrets does she keep? Untie my bonds to misty perfections Looseness , undercover.
Alex K
Um, forgive me if I am mistaken but the last time I check, if youÂ’re writing poetry you need to be conscious.
Mirumoto
heh , hence the topic thread : neither here nor there , i am not too sure about the conscious bit though - does drunk = really really stoned? or just tipsy and numb all over? >.<
DeadPoet
Originally posted by Mirumoto:
heh , hence the topic thread : neither here nor there , i am not too sure about the conscious bit though - does drunk = really really stoned? or just tipsy and numb all over? >.<