January 11, 2009

A bitterness

Not rotten
Just broken
Something inside
Is not quite
Right

Petty desire
Eons away
Quickening step
And the magnets move
Far

Late at night
Rest arrives
Never narcissistic
But pretty damn
Good

Mirror mirror
Not you daughter
Can't make the cut
Others will have
Romance

Sunny evenings
Communion and beer
Chide so soft
Knows to be
Alone

Smashed core
An accident
Childish declarations
Don't want to feel
Bitter
No

7 comments:

Chriz said...

the drunken poetess... cool one.. short and sweet

Crowscious said...

Not drunk wen i wrote this.. i don't drink all that much LOL

Chriz said...

then you are in my league.. smell panna udaney flat!

Crowscious said...

No no, i can drink a LOT but I don't drink all the time. There is more to life than drinking.

Chriz said...

larger than life.. tha cans and cants of life.. thanks for coming down to my page.. do hop down regularly for some nutty stuf (mostly bloated lies)

Djarabia said...

Very alanis morissette!!!

"An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think"

Crowscious said...

It is ironic.. i'm glad u got the meanin of the poem :)

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