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Here is the poem I wrote last night entitled Valentine's Day 2005. I would have posted it last night, but my internet has been acting wierd lately.
Valentine’s Day 2005
It’s been awhile, but I’m finally back,
Arming my intelligence and prepared to attack.
This time I will not use the assistance of any reference,
And freestyle every sentence.
I will never let my pen stop writing,
Even if I can’t find an idea that’s exciting.
I know this poem is a piece of shit,
But I must ready my creativity and polish my wit.
I am sitting here thinking of the last several weeks,
But I still haven’t found what I seek.
Maybe I just don’t know what I’m looking for,
Which would explain my growing bore.
I may be confused about what I yearn,
That must be why I feel as though I haven’t learned.
Fuck It. Let’s put it out in the open,
Being sober isn’t as easy as I was hoping.
I’m 7 days shy of the month long abstinence I swore,
23 days that I have wanted something more.
I thought I may become happy if I stayed away,
But the absence of alcohol increases my eagerness to play.
I’m an alcoholic, and I can feel it coursing through my veins.
These genes my father left me are driving me insane.
At least when I was drunk, I was also numb,
This sober mentation leaves me feeling undone.
I know what it is that I need:
A loving lady that can relieve this unwanted deed.
I just hope when we meet, she can see through the drunken me.
Valentine’s Day 2005
It’s been awhile, but I’m finally back,
Arming my intelligence and prepared to attack.
This time I will not use the assistance of any reference,
And freestyle every sentence.
I will never let my pen stop writing,
Even if I can’t find an idea that’s exciting.
I know this poem is a piece of shit,
But I must ready my creativity and polish my wit.
I am sitting here thinking of the last several weeks,
But I still haven’t found what I seek.
Maybe I just don’t know what I’m looking for,
Which would explain my growing bore.
I may be confused about what I yearn,
That must be why I feel as though I haven’t learned.
Fuck It. Let’s put it out in the open,
Being sober isn’t as easy as I was hoping.
I’m 7 days shy of the month long abstinence I swore,
23 days that I have wanted something more.
I thought I may become happy if I stayed away,
But the absence of alcohol increases my eagerness to play.
I’m an alcoholic, and I can feel it coursing through my veins.
These genes my father left me are driving me insane.
At least when I was drunk, I was also numb,
This sober mentation leaves me feeling undone.
I know what it is that I need:
A loving lady that can relieve this unwanted deed.
I just hope when we meet, she can see through the drunken me.