Open Poetry #22 |
making love with the alcohol |
FuzzyFrazzledFraggle Member
since 2002-09-20
Posts 155Fraggle Rock |
You know That just maybe She is That Rag doll On that shelf All by herself Collecting cobbwebbs And acquainting herself With the dust Over a thousand lifetimes Not important Echos through her mind Intoxicated are her thoughts tonight Alcholol coursing through Her veins Depression calling out her name She slumps into an emotional coma All by herself Not important Lights piercing her eyes Men messing with the frequency Of the radio station Her soul is always tuned to One after another Bombarding Her fragile state of mind Liquid cocaine kisses Careless rum caresses Lost in a foreign embrace Lapping up the innocence Once again On her shelf All by herself Not important Only when she's Making love With the alcholol.... Consider yourself fuzzed [This message has been edited by FuzzyFrazzledFraggle (10-09-2002 01:32 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cool poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
FuzzyFrazzledFraggle - I read your words and they tell a tale that should be given another go around... BC |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Intoxicated are her thoughts tonight Alcholol coursing through Her veins Depression calling out her name She slumps into an emotional coma All by herself Not important Damn, that's good. |
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