I was going though the notes I keep on my iPhone the other day, and I discovered that I managed to get really drunk the other night and type out a few lines of strangely-inspired poetry. It's been so long since I've felt inspired to write anything, drunk or otherwise, that I figured I would share.
"It's 8am and now I must
set down this whiskey-laden cup.
The sun's soft, and unlike this glass.
Instead of falling, it comes up.
And now my cliche-riddled head
can bend to rest upon my bed
despite the light and fights of mind.
Had I gone at 4, instead of whined
about my life and things to do
I might be sleeping, now, like you."
-Surprising drunken poetry
<3
"It's 8am and now I must
set down this whiskey-laden cup.
The sun's soft, and unlike this glass.
Instead of falling, it comes up.
And now my cliche-riddled head
can bend to rest upon my bed
despite the light and fights of mind.
Had I gone at 4, instead of whined
about my life and things to do
I might be sleeping, now, like you."
-Surprising drunken poetry
<3
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