the escapade

the escapade

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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07/2011

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daylight crashes through my bedroom windows
slowly pouring over the messy arrangement
of hollow bottles and passed out friends
my aching head reminds me of the lights
and wonders of the steady night before
us talking about everything imaginable
the full moon lighting our escapade
shining on us frolicking, hand in hand
arriving and leaving, one scene to the next
flies by in frames, imprinting into memories
new twisted faces in these same gray places
looking to mix all our troubles unanimously
on a dance floor of collective misery
thinking that our agitations will evaporate from
the heat our bodies rubbing together 
dance my darlings, we move to feel alive






© 2011 joshua deathdealer


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This was really descriptive and nailed human emotion really well. Reminds me of some guys I knew in high school. "We move to feel alive"--don't we all. It's hard for me to review this well (due to my loner's code I don't have much experience with parties) but I do know this accurately portrays one. Even moreso, it portrays the dark mornings after them.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Great photo and words. You are missing one of the Rat pack. Those old photos bring back good memories.
"one scene to the next
flies by in frames, imprinting into memories
new twisted faces in these same gray places"
I like how you made the words connect. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

well written, even though it sounds like a hangover morning

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You describe the night out very well..hangover after a night of doing it right ;) Love it..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hang over........-_- I like it....^^,

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You beautified hang-overs, you never cease to amaze me.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was really descriptive and nailed human emotion really well. Reminds me of some guys I knew in high school. "We move to feel alive"--don't we all. It's hard for me to review this well (due to my loner's code I don't have much experience with parties) but I do know this accurately portrays one. Even moreso, it portrays the dark mornings after them.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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