Sunday, September 6, 2009

It's Two in the Morning

Poets have lost their words
And become the empty voices inside my head
Tears streak and fall
Laughter echoes like exploding lead

The meaning fades
Darkness descends
Such a useless thing – love
A broken twisted thing

I slip and falter
Crushed beneath the pain
I kick and scream
Petulant child – refrain

Flowers never given, never received
Songs flow in waves away from me
Promises splintered, deceived
Your face blurs with whiskey

To think I was on my knees
A bitter taste
Go then – flee
Pathetic waste

12 comments:

  1. Beautiful, tragic and eloquent... we're all broken twisted things.

    I'd give you flour.

    I like baking.

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  2. I dunno. I hear some people lead charmed lives...haven't met any, lol. But that's the word on the street.

    I'm a helluva baker. Like cheesecake? I make a mean cheesecake--from scratch even--decadent, with a buttered-rum caramel sauce. ;)

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  3. The people who lead the charmed lives are often the most broken of all.

    Your cheesecake sounds delicious!

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  4. "The people who lead the charmed lives are often the most broken of all."

    I dunno about that. Like I said, I never met any, lol.

    "Your cheesecake sounds delicious!"

    It is. Tempted? ;p

    I only make it at Christmas though, because it's so bad for you. :(

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  5. Charmed lives - I'm thinking of Paris Hilton, and similar.

    Lots of things are REALLY bad for you. Relatively speaking, cheesecake is virtually medicine.

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  6. Medicine? Tell that to your future cardiologist, lol.

    Men. All they think about is food and sex,I swear. Lmao. Looks like I'll have to do a baking post. How do you feel about chocolate?

    ;p

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  7. Me too!

    Hmmm...I'll have to dig through my recipes and find just the right thing for you... ;D

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  8. If you figure out how to deliver baked goods by email you'll really be on to something!

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  9. I'm good, Anton, but I doubt if I'm THAT good.

    Lmao. A recipe won't suffice? You did say, "I like baking." Or you could come to hell, I mean OH and get it. I'd take it to Belfast, but I'm banned. There was a bridge issue, I believe, lol. ;p

    There's always Fed Ex, lol.

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  10. Tempting as a trip to OH is, I'll settle for a recipe.

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  11. Coward, lol.

    Okay, tomorrow's post, Chocolate for Anton.

    Sorry, I didn't see your comment earlier, I was writing a letter to Penthouse. ;p

    ROTFLMAO!

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