You Is What You Is

Brainofdz
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Sickened by the scent of past lovers,
he retreated into his famililar patterns
Alcohol stink and venemous hate
spewed out of him like bile
And she was only too happy to reciprocate
They were now truly at home
he retreated into his famililar patterns
Alcohol stink and venemous hate
spewed out of him like bile
And she was only too happy to reciprocate
They were now truly at home
"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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great start and this leaves me wanting more.0
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yeah. i want more too.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
They acted out as normal
Her's agitated,
his incarcerated
and yet again he let his feelings get the best"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
Give us a longer story.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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He awoke in the morning in a cold dark cell,
and humored himself by wondering what happened.
"Have a nice rest, scumbag?" barked the officer.
"Your lady is here for you."
They embraced and he made many promises,
which in the moment they were happy to believe"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
keep it coming charlie.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0 -
Lets go out tonight babe, We could use it.
Yeah, we could, but............Will you be drinking?
I don't fucking know. What do you care?
Nevermind, she sighed, and continued humming her tune..........Oasis maybe"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
Interesting stuff... I'm not going to ask for more because that would betray my idea of creativitism."this one, anytime I say love if you wanna say love, uh, say it, and if you say it you might as well say it loud, and if you don't feel like sayin' it, don't say it, but if you feel it, certainly say it..."
NOTE: Everything I write in the P,P&M section are intended to be songs, not poetry.0 -
After a rest, they dressed in silence.
He put on his good shirt,
and she the pink dressed he once told her he liked.
At the restaurant, their restaurant, everything was ordinary
but for some reason he felt an intense anxiety wash over him.
and he knew what he needed"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
obviously I meant "pink dress"
Why is there not an edit option here?
Can somebody tell me?"Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
The first time it was disabled, it was because of people telling each other they smelt of poo, then editing their comments to hide the evidence. The second time, who knows.0
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FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:The first time it was disabled, it was because of people telling each other they smelt of poo, then editing their comments to hide the evidence. The second time, who knows.
that's it?
was it telling people they smelled like poo or that they were full of shit?
that's nothing compared to what goes down in other forums on this site and yet we can still edit what song we're listening to or what we think of dick cheney. i know i'm whistling in the wind but not being able to edit our creative writing sucks. one mistake can change the meaning of what we write and we can't do a thing about it. i think we deserve to be given our edit ability back.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
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As he came back to table
with drink in hand,
he noticed the look in her eyes
She looked frightened
and he hated himself for it
so he downed his scotch and quickly ordered another."Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
As the night progressed,they talked about the old days.
He relived stories of past glory.
She smiled, and watched his face light up,
remembering just why she fell in love with him.
He could be so innocent and childlike in his enthusiasm.
He was a little boy who needed looking after, she thought.
And as for that other business,
Well they would find a way to work that out,
In time."Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
The days passed by, and produced more of the same.
He could be a mean drunk, and she knew he couldn't be trusted.
trusted with her feelings, her vulnerabilities, her life
He too knew the problem, but seemed unwilling or unable to change.
These thoughts gnawed at him all day long, followed by nights of drunken haze.Something had to give, and one night it did."Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
He awoke in the morning not knowing what he'd done.
It was sickly familiar feeling.
He saw the broken glass, and the blood on the rug.
Another drunken rage; that much was clear.
He picked up the glass, and scrubbed the rug clean.
That was easy enough.
But somehow he new she wouldn't be back this time.
He really needed a drink."Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
dam dude..thats some good stuff..oh yes the ole alcohol induced blackout..
thank you for your stories..
i'll share a lil piece as well..
so i pulled into town, sadened, yet glad..
3 alive once but now 2..
climb down from a higher truck into one of smaller stature..
but first standing, hug a brother..
liquor store we agree, but of course..
i of past, hard liquor a friend..
jack daniels, yes please..
mezcal of the worm floating south of the border madness, yes please..
a bottle in each hand,i will soon be busy..
travel onward to a house full, sad faces, warm but cold hugging everywhere..
it's on i speak..
people coming and going, a noise echoing, oh it's only crying..
pour in jack whiskey, pour in mezcal, what a hazard..
take it down, this mixture from poison liquids..
oh im getting quite skilled at my craft..
water glass after water glass, pure alcohol..
down it goes..
holy F*** i am F***ed up like a mother F***er..
ok i been here before, i can get into a black void..
vomitting on myself, unconsciousness is my friend i hold..
these steps i call a bed are stone hills breaking my bones..
a garden hose now my water source..
thank you brother for the mattress..
my world was spun..for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
He walked around town, checking for signs of her
surveying the book store, the record store,
the antique shop and finally the grocery.
Occasionally, he would swig from his silver plated side flask
Suddenly, he got the urge to check the bus station
She wasn't there, but an old friend was
They made love all day long, as he choked back vomit
He had no recollection why his love had left,
but he didn't doubt it was justified
It was getting late,
and the presense of his old acquaitance was making him uneasy
but he didn't have the strength to be alone with his misery.
So, they made love again the next day, fucked to be precise
and that filthy hoar started getting comfortable
She had reclaimed another."Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"
When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.0 -
ah...the decisions people make.
keep it coming dz.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say0
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