|A little love
||[Mar. 26th, 2009|10:02 pm]
Open Mic: Share Your Poems and Lyrics
We drink, we smoke and we pop pills at our convenience because its all we have to do, |
an excuse thrown upon other excuses
to alleviate the truth.
the truth it seems forgotten along with subtlety and discourse.
Can't enjoy a night out sober
without feeling some remorse.
Uncomfortable in our own skin, the words to all seem fumbled,
the tongues we speak are
foreign in the morning as theyre mumbled.
And foot shake, hand tapping, all create a beat,
the beat of indecision, anxiety and grief.
At the death, the loss of confidence, the loss of our own words,
just sipping on the poets brew of solitary curds.
Are we happy, who knows, its all about getting royally fucked up,
last night was so amazing, all the memories thrown up
upon the pavement outside the front door like an artist with his brush,
we puke upon our possessions, the ideals that we crush.
We grow up naive and plane, and a little misunderstood,
we don't mean to be a bother, we just need a little love.