Staring at the bulkhead looking at one spot
Mind idle, stupefaction
My ship has wrecked again, ran aground
I’m stuck on this foggy beach that she left me in
I find myself on yet another single’s night out
With this stranger by my side
It all sounded so good last night
She looked enticing, sexy, brilliant
So I attacked
Now I’ve hit the wall once again
Full of emptiness my heart
Half empty bottle on my nightstand
Help me drown her out
And forget last night…
A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thanks for entering.
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tks
thanks for the opportunity. hope it is adequate.
~marcus
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Very apt for the prompt Marcus. A melancholy write. Sometimes when you stop looking and trying so hard, you find what you need, Gilliy
PS Too much wine and every woman starts to look enticing to you- we call it the'beer-goggles' effect here! x
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Gilliy!!!
Hi there, long time...
yeah this was just for the contest. i am all too familiar with the goggles of which u speak, lol. Read "Impetus" that is where i really am, but i liked the prompt and went for it. nice hearing from you. peace always.
~marcus
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Masterful Write......
This is an excellent take on the prompt "Leftover wine"
You gave us vivid look at why a man hurts; when his emotions have been played. Remember the cure is not in the bottle.....
novy
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thanks girl
thought the promt was a good one. this is what came out. i must admit that the "no rhyme" part of it was kinda hard for me, but it hink it flows well enough without.
~marcus
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