Misery Memory's Enemy

a bitter tale of misery and screwdrivers effects:P enjoy!

 Control lost, reception of freedom.

I'll drink to that!

Here's to bottoms up!

First the bottles,

Now the bottoms.

The boys lean back,

delighting in our delights.

 

   Straight circles,

   white blackouts,

we're among lost posessions.

Here's more for that dire drought!

 

 All these,

mistakes,

wrong-doings,

mis-demeaners,

regrets and

rebellions

must be caged in memorey,

for memory's sake.

 

 She who longs

the reinacting

of those doings,

but destined to recall

just nearly all.

 

 He wishes

to forget. Alas,

he has the half.

Half that wrong-doing.

Only half was fed to ignorance.

 Oh the bliss!

But no,

He pleads for more,

    peace.

His knowledge is pain,

repulsion and shame.

 

 Unknown motives,

Conspiring fates,

a wrinkled destiny.

open black gates.

 

 Grim lips shut,

broken heart bleeding,

stilettos slowly strutting

  south to misery.

But, my rum-drinking rascals,

misery loves company.

         savvy?

Author's Note

Sooo, just a story of me and my imfamous Sunday, which I still cant clearly call:P lol anyway, thank you for reading and give me the regular blunt opinions:) any criticism is welcome as well.

Reviews

[Yina]

Makes it sooo much awesomer (that's not a word... whatever) when you know the story, savvy?;):) yet this makes it more clear, in a poetic sort of way. Really cool:)

[Poe Redd]

Angel! &%*@! Lol its so good. I think the wait was worth it for THIS. The language is so rich, you had my mind reeling, much if not more than it did that night. "We're among lost possessions." my favorite line. I am in awe of your poetic power, fearing you a little bit :P savvy?

[Timothy]

Sorry, I have no criticism or advice. I like poetry to be undefined. I loved it. Keep it up girl!

[dreaming dame]

no criticsm? Thank you:) I'm going to try:)