Over Here
Story of loneliness and alcoholism from the perspective of the gray child
What're you doing over there?
Drinking water, I see
Now this might sting like a bee
don't feel shame
Feed the flame
Come over here and have a beer
just me and my dog
While I may drink like a hog
I'm always looking for a friend
so this is the message I send
Don't feel shame
Feed the flame
Come over here
Drink another beer
A beer with a friend
will clear my conscience
The message I send
is the deliverance
The lonely nights
without any rights
It will bring cheer
if you're here
Being fucked up will take away the pain
and that's fucked up
within the pain
Do you realize what you gain?
A lesson learned, a tale earned
About the Creator
Jae Qilin
Aspiring Poet
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Be wary that my pieces are Copywritten, however, if accredited we can discuss terms
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress4 days ago in Poets
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