The night is beautiful and serene
I gaze at the lake and feel it talk back to me
“stay here for awhile and everything will make sense”
I feel like nature is pandering to my every expense
Sitting back nothing matters except the stars and the water
I can hear the ducks telling me that I am more than a martyr
Ignoring these imaginary senses is difficult
I lay my head back down and stare at the moon like a simpleton
It’s amazing how wonder slips into my mood
Wondering if these traits will pass onto my brood and children
Intoxication takes over and I slur my gaze
Stars move up, down, and sideways in a maze but not intelligible
I walk back to the apartment that I’ve made a home
Relieve the liquid beast that seems to always ruin the mood
I can hardly see and make ocean with my urine
I’ll clean it up when I’m less mental
Strip my clothes and collapse in bed of cotton
Naked I venture outside for a second opinion
What I woundn't do for a woman that could act sentimental
My eyes feel like grease has been applied upon them
Sleep feels imminent but I’m trying to stop it
I’m fighting a losing battle
My mind is getting weak
Sleep seems like a good idea and I love the streak
Alcohol and a creative mind are a bad mix
I could go all night on this subject if I had patience
Slipping into an extended rest is a bit ridiculous
Especially when you feel like every one besides you in under arrest
Drunk thoughts speak a sober mind but we know this
I just want to feel like I’ve lived harder than a huntress
Politics doesn't matter
Nor does entertainment
My mind dances on the outskirts
Unlike several painters
I’m growing weak and can’t think
Moving pictures
Eyes half shut
Engulfed by white walls
I’m giving up
Paint a picture in my head
Letting go
Embrace the charade with open arms
I’m in a dream state
Good night to reality
I’m ready for another level
Hallucinate to a dream
Ponder about it in the early morning,
Sex, Success, and people I’ve never seen
I’m mesmerized by the thought of an attractive woman laying next to me.
Waking up, life is different but expected
I venture to the bathroom to which is unexpected
The bad stuff projects out
It was grossly neglected
Starting the day off like nothing ever happened
Memories from a night barely remembered
“I grabbed your ass and hit on your “sister:”?
It seemed so right but I knew it was wrong.
Kiss me like they do in movies but not as long
I’ll deny any wrongdoing as my slumber exits
Through the gift shop
“You’ll like the service”
I wrote this after running up an $81 tab at some dive bar and hanging out with some friends on spring break. Most people would just go home and pass out but I tend to have a ton of thoughts pent up in my mind. The above text is pretty much a stream of consciousness. It is completely unfiltered and I have done minimal editing. What you see is the effect of alcohol, portishead, and a very strange mind.
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I'd actually like the post more if you didn't explain it. Nothing really needs to be said.
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