#regretnothing
hell, I thought, and pain
and death and ****
all around me.
hell with no escape,
pain without relief,
death amongst the living
and **** compiled
in the mirror
in front of me.
what I needed was
an act of decadence
to break the staleness,
something spontaneous.
so, I took back my last
swallow full of whiskey,
slicked back my hair and
grabbed the first woman
I saw by the hips.
I pulled her closely to me,
and then kissed her
very passionately.
she pushed me away
almost instantly and
as I turned around,
she hit me in the back
with her purse where
I heard threats of violence
come slithering through the air
from her boyfriend’s tongue.
I bade them all adieu
and walked out the door.
I was an imp without a care
knowing that I have lived
up to the very thing
I want etched on my grave:
regret nothing.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
If you take a minute
To watch the seconds
You'll realise
These hours
Aren't ours
They're stolen
We ought to be careful
The hands of time
Hold our futures
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC