I have begrudgingly come to realize that my alchoholism is killing my creativity. I know now I need to stop. This is going to SUCK!!
Tonight, instead of buying my usual 12 pack of beer I bought a 12 pack of soda (i think near beer would probably tempt me to go get the real thing). I have kicked bad habits before but this is going to be excruciating. On average I drink at least 8-10 beers a night either that, or a pint of whiskey, or a bottle of wine. Most mornings I would wake up hungover. Before I became a drunkard I wrote everyday. A poem ,short story, or song. Now? I am lucky if I puke up something once a month. this need to change.
and speaking of writing.... here is a work in progress, probably a song. I was stone sober when I wrote this.
UNTITLED:
Atrophied love,
From a phantom pained heart,
Growing on me ,
Like the tissue of a scar.
Sing to me muse
Speak in rhyme,
I'll give you all night,
If you have the time.
She longs to be held,
And I want to hold,
Huddled up in a blanket,
Outside in the cold.
I'm dreaming of lake,
and a mist rising off,
of the inky black water,
toward a sky full of stars.
Oh why
are some
So Far?
And why
are some
so hug-starved?-
that's all for now.
3 comments:
Lay off the sauce, McNatzy...
Kidding.
Great lyrics...
-M
thanks, I had some help.
if that's what you come up with stone sober-then perhaps you DO need to lay off the sauce. I liked that one...alot.
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