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I'm Not Drunk, You're Not Drunk Are You?

Picking up the mess we made last night

Forgetting to remember to call you when I awoke

Trying to place the night on a time line

It’s getting harder to put a name to the face I adore

Another hour of this then I’m going to take a shower

The stains from your lips still plague my skin

 

I found the shirt that you were looking for under my blankets

I found the lighter that you wanted to use to gradually kill yourself

 

Stumbling to the shower with a head full of ache

Sit there on the floor and begin to recollect my memories

Let the burning water stream all over me

Let it rinse off all the filth, the lies, and the dirt

Your kisses were poison lining my blood stream

And with every one I felt more intoxicated

Your fingers were like feathers as they grazed my skin

Tiny radiations of pulsations tickling me down to my soul

 

I found the that poem that you wrote me when we first met

I found that picture of us with the face wide smiles

 

Thought about you for hours till I finally called you

Thought about things and how much I regret

Thought about all the times we had, good or bad

Thought about everything you ever told me about myself

 

Then I heard your voice on the receiver

A steady stream of words from an angel’s lips

My fingers trembled and my eyes clamped shut

I let everything go

My whole heart, my soul, my emotions flow

 

I thought telling you I loved you would make you think clearer

I thought telling you everything would set us straight

 

I guess that I am losing touch

I am sorry I care too much

But every night when I close my eyes in bed

I see your eyes looking back

And every time someone tries to hold me

I just can’t accept

I know this sounds erroneous

 

But I tried…

But I tried…I guess I can’t do this any more

 

Picking up the pieces of my face in mirrors

Left scattered on the floor, is this what you really see?

I thought I was something of beauty

That my soul could shine through my skin

 

I guess this is reality

 

I tried…

I tried…

 

I found your feelings mirroring my feelings

I found your eyes in my eyes

 

— washing tears, Dec 04, 2008

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Region, Country: sandusky, ohio, USA

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JL

Jo Latimer

17 years 6 months ago

Hi WT -

I really enjoyed this write - I found it quite raw & there's almost an ache left by the author in the words. Heart-felt. There are a few minor things & obviously everything should be taken as my interpretation etc: firstly the title - "I'm Not Drunk, You're Not Drunk Are You?" doesn't really draw me in. I'm not sure if I'm missing something that you really wanted to put across, but how about plain "I'm not drunk"? "I found the that poem that you wrote me when we first met" Should that be "I found the poem..."? Then: "My fingers trembled and my eyes clamped shut I let everything go My whole heart, my soul, my emotions flow" - watch the tenses here...Stick to one - i.e. it becomes "...my emotions flowed" Well written. Regards, Jo
washing tears

washing tears

17 years 6 months ago

well firstly thankyou for

well firstly thankyou for taking the time to read my work, and for your comment. in regards to your first question with the title, i tried to have it seem like its the aftermath of a party(with drinking), but it was more of the aftermath of a relationship. "i'm not drunk, You're not drunk are you?", was from the line about intoxicating kisses, me trying to say i'm not drunk, i just really love you. and this is a really emotional piece for me, and its even worse now because three days after i wrote this, it pretty much mirrored my true life experience, as if i was forshadowing my own fate.... writting always does that to me, no idea why. with regards to your other comments with tense problems and a few poor word choice, i have been reworking this along with all the rest of my work, its probably my worst attribute to writing.. thankyou for your time and i hope my comment explains the title better for you washington Fear
JL

Jo Latimer

17 years 6 months ago

Pleasure

Hi again - Thanks for explaining the title, and yes, it makes sense now. I know what you mean about the reworking. It bugs me having to go back to something that just flowed & having to look at it with a critical eye, but I guess that's the beauty of a site like this. There are obsessive individuals who just can't let a little spelling or grammar slip alone! They (by that I do mean people like me, by the way) will help with the editing. The other thing I wanted to say is that I believe creativity taps into a part of ourselves where our intuition and subconscious lie - if you allow that to just flow with your pen, it often seems prophetic when looking back. I believe it's a way for our psyches to process what we are going through as well as what we fear may happen... ANYWAY - best of luck with the reworking. It may be the least fun part of writing, but when everything falls into place, it's magical! Regards, Jo
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Stella

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Washington, Just read

Hi Washington, Just read this with great intensity, it really drew me in. I love your descriptive style and it really hits home - for me. Nice 'n raw and your emotions are all over it which I think is beautiful. Enjoyed 'A Walk in my City' as well Nice work! Best wishes ~Stella
washing tears

washing tears

17 years 6 months ago

well thanyou!

well thankyou for taking time to read it. This piece has been one that i fully enjoyed writing. And actualy if u enjoyed "A walk in my City", than you would probably enjoy the one i just posted, which is the same poem, but i revised it and added a second half, it was an interesting thing to do, i have never done something like that before Thanks washington Fear
Proprietress of Crimson Hearts

Proprietress o…

17 years 5 months ago

memory...

this reminds me of someone I knew long ago, very sad memory. this poem tore the wound open, but that speaks for its high quality. I adore this piece and will certainly come back to read it again.
washing tears

washing tears

17 years 4 months ago

it seems to me that the

it seems to me that the poems that tear wounds open are also usualy the ones that seal them, thanks for reading! washington fear