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now that we know that we have a lot of answers....but no questions for those answers....and some questions that maybe would never have an answer lets get back to the real problem (not yours if you don't believe it is). Lets get back to where i never left but should've. Lets get back to why am i writing this today or wrote what i wrote yesterday or the day before that, I guess that u have already guessed that it's not so easy to recollect things that happened when you were collecting things from the past and trying to understand how it came to pass like this. what i write here may not be true (for all u know) but hey! i got no reasons to lie.........
so 7 years it has been,
7 short years of learning unlearning then relearning what i learnt as a kid.
year 1 - beer and fun, and then hooked on rum
year 2 - drunk on love,
year 3 - trying to give in to whatever i was feeling,
year 4 - bent & broken, love makes u live then makes u cry,
year 5 - trying to live, failing to die,
year 6 - life's back with vengeance, apologies and i still cry,
year 7 - the last i saw, the last i see, this life i live, has been lived by people other than me.
so you see 7 years. 7 goddamn fucking years of watching things happen regretting they ever happened, and realizing your not the first or the last or the middle even, all that i live is such a waste. we have reproduced as a species, reproduce well, reproduced so much that there's nothing new that you can do. There are precedents. Always. It kind of takes the charm away and i guess makes believe in the Matrix. i know, stupid thought. but hey! think about it. is there anything new you kcan do, is there any life left to live that would still be new???
Some one has already lived this life,
lived all those moments and,
lived it thru,
there nothing new that i can do,
we all are second hand at best.
thanks to the efforts of a race that i'm sure has a legacy of duplication.
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so 7 years it has been,
7 short years of learning unlearning then relearning what i learnt as a kid.
year 1 - beer and fun, and then hooked on rum
year 2 - drunk on love,
year 3 - trying to give in to whatever i was feeling,
year 4 - bent & broken, love makes u live then makes u cry,
year 5 - trying to live, failing to die,
year 6 - life's back with vengeance, apologies and i still cry,
year 7 - the last i saw, the last i see, this life i live, has been lived by people other than me.
so you see 7 years. 7 goddamn fucking years of watching things happen regretting they ever happened, and realizing your not the first or the last or the middle even, all that i live is such a waste. we have reproduced as a species, reproduce well, reproduced so much that there's nothing new that you can do. There are precedents. Always. It kind of takes the charm away and i guess makes believe in the Matrix. i know, stupid thought. but hey! think about it. is there anything new you kcan do, is there any life left to live that would still be new???
Some one has already lived this life,
lived all those moments and,
lived it thru,
there nothing new that i can do,
we all are second hand at best.
thanks to the efforts of a race that i'm sure has a legacy of duplication.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
This will best describe what alcohol do to us and how it affect our life .
ReplyDeleteThere you sit
alone in a corner.
ignoring the world as it turns
the sun as it sets
the moon as it rises
The lights dim around you
the people fade away
the sound of silence fills your head
Drowning your sorrows, a tidal wave.
Dreary thoughts
which you pour into your mouth.
The power of your hand
killing
the love of your friends
We, who are schocked by your tempestuous thinking
As you are one drink away
from oblivion.
hi,
ReplyDeletethat was really nice. do you really mean to say that you were shocked by my thinking? Don't be.
they are just thoughts. Though mine are a little malignant in nature.
Oblivion at times can be a blessing. I live in a constant state of self-unawareness, but things go haywire the moment alcohol comes into picture,
i find it hard to agree to the oblivion part.
I'd drink every day if i could even come close to oblivion, i've tried it at times, but all the thoughts suddenly break loose and then you are trying to handle the the turbulence, trying to keep the curtains drawn, trying to maintain the impression of sanity,
Alcohol as i said only lubricates, lets not judge something that has been there since we've existed.
It's less the drink and more the mouth that consumes.
This insanity simply emanates from within me.