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What happens in Vegas

All too quickly
The night becomes a blur
Of tourists all too similar to myself,

Escaping below
Pupil piercing neon lights
That swirl above like exotic dancers.

I am nothing like myself,
I am alive

And for now,
I let your face go with the crowd,
And your name is numbed by noise and liquor.

I hear some one yell
With a beer-buzzed voice:

    'What happens in Vegas
    Stays in Vegas'

And I think to myself--
If only that were the case
With you.

Author notes

I get sick because over you...

and it has fucked up my poems people, sorry. I'm in a bad stage.

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • tara wilson gold member
    October 20

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    i love this..really love it... wanting something to happen so much in Vegas even though there is so much happening around you....great irony in this write..


  • Allyce May gold member
    October 19

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    I hope you're able to extract yourself from this "bad stage" soon, though it does make for great poetry There's so much I love about this, namely "pupil piercing", "I let your face go with the crowd/and your name is numbed by noise" and "beer-buzzed" - the flow is flawless and the ending is a big, fat OUCH. You didn't elope with a stranger in an Elvis chapel did you? Hee hee.

    Great stuff, as always


    • katelynmcdougall
      October 19

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      thanks! glad you enjoyed it! Hahah I actually meant I had gone into a bad stage of writing, but perhaps I'm just too critical of myself. And no, I didn't elope with Elvis... if only! I did manage to get lost in a stairwell then chased down my security... HAHA oh my...