Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
hedonic-nihilistPoems
i have to remember that they are better in my memories time uses its sweet fog to water down the bitter Whisky of the past i want to know that it is futile to remember things that are dead i want to live in a present with no past, like christmas day to be free of them and all of the stunted growth of my youth i am incongruous for faults not of my own to be whole again, to wash my body clean of dirt i never meant to get beyond my clothes i wish it was simple i live in a pink fog of discontent, uncertainty and an entropy that is only exacerbated by soft touch and holiness but i live for times when my head is at bay; no reticent lover, no sweet life could divert me from my path again
0
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
the past, it is the glasses of sweet fog
i have to remember that they are better in my memories time uses its sweet fog to water down the bitter Whisky of the past i want to know that it is futile to remember things that are dead i want to live in a present with no past, like christmas day to be free of them and all of the stunted growth of my youth i am incongruous for faults not of my own to be whole again, to wash my body clean of dirt i never meant to get beyond my clothes i wish it was simple i live in a pink fog of discontent, uncertainty and an entropy that is only exacerbated by soft touch and holiness but i live for times when my head is at bay; no reticent lover, no sweet life could divert me from my path again
Written by
hedonic-nihilist
English
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem