lonely drunk on saturday

something in me just wants to write now

so que sera sera

or however the f**k you spell it.

just go with it man,

let it all spill out

for those faceless names

out there floating around

in the cyperspace void.

it was not long ago

this internet was something

to be feared.

wow, you can do that?

we tamed her for ourselves

and yes, there is more to her

than finding nude pictures

of ginger spice.

have any of you found

your true voice

or are we all just copying

off the emo kid in high school?

only we can get away with it

because we don't pretend

to cut ourselves

or say our parents are d-bags...

i find it hard to sit still

for was barely a year ago

as i rocked myself to sleep

and purposedly sentenced myself

to one more go around.

there are gardens yet to be walked

and we are as much slaves

as we are masters.

in the summer i lay in bed

and focus on these cinder block walls

that imprision me

even when the shackles

have been momentarily released.

old football anaologies

will only work for so long

until the illusion fails

and all in attendance

see the fat mustachioed man

for what he really is.

yes, this song takes me there

it was mid-may

roughly two years ago...

how beautiful it all was

a typhoon

of starfish, sharks and turtles

dance with me once more

on the boardwalk at midnight,

there's enough drunks left

wandering the lonely streets

to cheer us on until morning.

i found the peace

i've so desperatly sought

going on 5 years now.

you are everything to me

and for the first time

in a long, long while

i know

it's going to be o.k.

 

Reviews

[Leah Simone]

Cyberspace sounds so otherwordly, but in reality it is nothing more than wires that connect people - yeah, slouched, dirty, depressed, no one knows I exist kind of people...to the look at me I'm beautiful and young, tell me again how hot I am people, and the you are all suckers who'll buy anything - vulture people - no wait - we're all vulture people to some degree - feeding off one another.

The blank page isn't a mirror that will show you what you look like to everyone else,
it only shows you the truths you choose to feed it.

Interesting work you have- I've read a few of them now and so far - they come across as "I've hit bottom
so I'm gonna drink another one" and yet I don't think that is what they intended to say.

I'm not sure why I even commented now. This poem doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks of it.