Chips of guilt
Settle painfully
In my stomach
(original of course...
I need the slat fix)
that margurita hit
I was dancing
in the summer rain
outside the tavern
She was beutiful
an angel too real
purified with intoxication
Spinning round
this stanger in my arms
we danced
And drunk with
love alcohol mix
I fell
(with disiness of course...
I had lost my senses)
and slept submerged
in an imaginary bathtub
holding the angel
When I woke
is when the chips fell
painfully with heartache
My beutiful angel
had left me
without a number
A contest entry
- Guilt ... by Polaja.
700 points, ended May 23, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
the slt reminded me of a margurita, anyhow, I am a terrible speller, sorry. -Papyrus
Comments
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it is interesting, I agree. Actualy, I missinterpereted a word: slat...I read "salt"...lol
...and so I though what goes with "salt", which are marguritas, you know? Yeah, so I wrote the awkward poem and only realized my mistake after I had written it. lol, I submitted it anyway.
Thanx-Papyrus -
Very intreisting lol
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intreisting
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