The path was clear The way well lit No surprises no unexpected twists The choices were clean Simply black and white I dutifully followed Stepped well within the lines Then came turns bends and bumps The choices got harder The way seemed lost I found myself muddling through I could not see the light I did not know what was right Every choice affects the next If only I knew what the future would hold But that would be too e...
Marination...Wine...Writing...Good combo? No’ always.Y’uft. This isny a poem,it’s a random...Stringing of words.Pseudo stanzas...Drunken rambling,unedited.Crap.And that’s the way it shall stay. For the record, I’m not that drunk, and that "isny", is a Scottish word, so not a typo. I’m tipsy, but not drunk. If I was drunk, I’d still be able to type and make some sort of sense, but that’s my curse. I haven’t been rat-arsed...
"If you gave me the keys when we stopped for gas, we would never end up here." I turned in my seat of the Mercury, grabbing the back of my neck. I glared at Perseo. "Shut up, heifer!" Perseo said, turning the key in the ignition. "Stop it!" I waved the fumes from my nose. "You're so stupid; you can't drive out of here. Are you trying to kill us? Your drinking has gotta stop." "Nothing is wrong with my drinking!" I braced...
Sticks tied to strings and allowed to dance.At the hands of another, the only chance. Controlled, told what and when to do."Your friend I'll be, if only this do you." Never wanting you for what you are.Needing to shape and control, bizarre. Hung from their hand. Moving to their band. Feet not on the ground.Silenced how profound. Giving away ones' own dignity, who you really are.Tossed here and there, stepped on like a spe...
