#drunkenpoetry
It's been one of those days,
Where I don't quite feel
Human.
Those days where my brain is elsewhere.
Like it's in the supermarket,
And my bodies woken up in the car
Almost sure where it is.
Like I've just sat down,
And my brain's not sure where to sit.
Like I've lost track of how many drinks I've had,
But I can tell you I've been drunk 4 nights this week.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Oh how you run freely through my veins,
carefree and joyous as if playfully jumping trains,
controlling me,
you're a puppet master,
you hold my reins.
Oh how you run freely through my veins.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
Don't you think it's a little early for a breakdown?
Holed away in your basement bedroom
Lying about your mental age
And downing bottle after bottle,
Stolen from your parents' fridge.
Isn't this a bit too much?
And a bit too late?
It's been three weeks and you're choosing to feel it now?
Pick up that shovel and head outside,
We have work to do.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC