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I sit at the bar
an order another round
another round
for the myself and the others
Joy receives it
with his usually foolish smile
he lifts it to his lips
and drains it all
And Anger
slams down the empty glass
he grits his teeth
and lets a low growl escape his lips
And sorrow stares at the empty shot
and mumbles sadly
and lowers his head
to shed a few lonely tears
And than I hand the shot
back to the waitress
and ask for yet another
to drown myself and the others
And so it will go
till I am drunk
and till I drag with me
the other parts of my soul
- by Richard_theholderoftruth |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/03/2009 |
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- Title: Drinking with my personas
- Artist: Richard_theholderoftruth
- Description: This is another short poem, in a collection of three I am uploading tonight.
- Date: 04/03/2009
- Tags: drinking with personas
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Comments (2 Comments)
- SirynECrow - 04/04/2009
- I think in the second line you meant to put 'and' not 'an'. Anyway, I liked how you seperated yourself and put it all back together.
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- DeCrazySheep - 04/04/2009
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I like this! I just posted a pseudo-sappy poem.. I don't like doing that. This, oddly enough, cheered me up by bringing back to comforting dark out look I'm used to.
Very good.
The only crituque I can give is tha during the second stanza I'd get rid of the all
durring the third I'd delet the second 'and'.
They just throw the rhythm off.. but in all fairness, I have no rythm.
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