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Poetry

Short story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.

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by iwillian3

by iwillian3

I know what you're saying here

And there is nothing I can do about it

Can only sit and wait in tears

As I try to save myself again from this

I make another tea as I continue to wait

It maybe only a little fermented yeah

To stay out of trouble that stays between you and me

*Cough* And cigarette hey I'm smoking this chain

I don't know if I'll ever see you again

Or will I hear you sing reminding me why I am waiting

Why I hide that awful drink and baby I'm sorry I'm slurring

I know it has it's date but if I don't hear from you again

I won't be pouring it down the sink

And by then it will be time well written in ink

I will drink myself to death and,

And, and, not worry about the stink

And I'll reject all council

Not showing up for health

At all making my own demise fall

Cocking the hammer with spring loaded trigger

And brains against the wall

OH how I love the art

I'm leaving my last mural