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A Drunken SlurOh delicious brew,
How easily you meand my heart once in two,
And make me feel brand new.
Oh sweet nectar of the gods,
I praise your power to heal my wounds with your "gauze",
As no human does.
Oh liqour as clear as water,
I am your humble sacrifice so that your powers may not faulter.
Take me willingly in a haulter.
Oh drink of many rehabilitations,
Take me to a place with no inibitions.
A place where love has no station.
Oh my alcoholic friend,
I will return to you once again,
When my mind becomes clear from this current bend.
I Sing The Dance of HumanityWherever I am I smile. Wherever I am I laugh.
I make jokes as others do follow,
My laughter spreading through the masses.
My smile, unseen as it passes.
My followers expectant to see,
Some crazy wild stunt from me.
Something to brighten their day.
Something they will never be denied, or have to pay.
Wherever I am I die inside. Wherever I am I clench my fists.
They never see my smile falter, or my fingernails dug into my wrists.
They think I'm so funny, as happy as can be.
They think I'm always sunny, but they don't really know me.
I cry out my lovers name every night.
I bleed, I starve, I cry hysterically fighting my plight.
Her face haunts my every day.
Her memory haunts my every action. I'm my memories prey.
Wherever I am my wrists bleed. Wherever I am my body is scarred.
I once was happy, though that has long since past and I have been left marred.
These legs are tallied in blood, carved in by my own hand.
These tallies show my mistakes, of which I was told were banned.
The memory o
I Wish I Could Hate YouSometimes I really hate you.
Your blatant disregard for my feelings.
Your uncaring ways of making me feel lower than shit.
The way you make me believe I am nothing more than an asshole.
But I'm not.
I'm a great person.
But as soon as I gain that confidence back,
You come back for another round of "Shoot me down"
And I'm back on the floor crying at your feet.
Except your no longer here.
You left me to cry alone.
To deal with every pain you put me through on my own.
But still I say I love you.
Still I go on loving you.
My face, constantly wet with tears,
Is contorted as I scream out your name.
The name of the devils worker....
The name of the person I love....
I still remember every wonderful moment we shared.
All the laughter and the smiles...
And then I am reminded of how it all ended so abruptly...
Which is why I'm so mentally injured now...
I know I deserve better.
And you deserved all you got.
For everything I did wrong,
I still was loyal to you.
I still love you.
Flying HighFlying high above cloud nine.
I laugh at every joke.
I smile and mess around.
Jumping around on the ground.
You think I sound crazy,
You think I've lost my mind.
But really I'm just flying high.
Happiness pumped through my veins.
A needle the source of my grin.
Proving one can be happy even when grim.
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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