The Partys Gotta End Sometime

Honestly I feel im losing every skill i ever had as a writer my page is going blank with every passing day

The drunk and early morning lovers cast there fate into the rising sun's sky.

Old junkies strung out try to gather the courage to fade yet a little more today.

As I like a hawk views life a child who fear's his toes getting wet in the oceans cold dark waters of emptyness 

 

Two bodies togather could never be further apart.

the boardwalk will soon fill with dreamers as once was I.

Neon lit clubs a after taste of sin that brings a strip tease of desire to a jaded soul.

 

 Kids filled with fire yerning to break free.

All sorts of deep fried lossers.

A fools king that is now become all that is me.

 

Bodies that linger a scent of sex.

A passion for life the night such a mistress of none.

Cold in a sunner searing burn.

Kids making heros of the lost as once did I

stay crazy  give me my booze and leave me to die.

 

Broken hearts the young know passion as pain in a fairytale.

Dreams in a tidal pool.

Cast stones evergreen my love you knew me untill.

 

Mirror of night can you cast it aside?

Bitter the sweetness im no longer the one.

The bottle my friend in a ghost I call life.

 

Empty is the room only shadows record the memories like vacant signs

ona midnight drive.

 

The door closes apon the empty hall.

Stay if you would I yern to know a moent eternal

But the party has to end sometime and I am but a fragment of yesterday.

 

Alone I walk the mornings sun a face I seldom should veiw

the bottle takes it place in sand apon the tide I have flown. 

      

Reviews

[Richielee]

Losing every skill? no way jose this is brilliant,so many reflective memories and thoughts brought forward into line of pure magic,John your turn of phrase on these deep writes is incredible and the sadness that pours through this write is made so much more apparent by the beautifully written lines found within.