It was one of those nights

Post by **e_dog** » August 25th, 2006, 1:14 am

It was one of those nights
where he had no one to fight.
So, he fought himself.
Round after round
he kicked the shit out of himself.
Sometimes he fell
but always got up before the count
ended. He lasted to the end,
hopeful,
confident, even.

And lost on the scoring.

Post by **joel** » September 30th, 2006, 8:12 pm

i know this loser! i swear!

Post by **stilltrucking** » September 30th, 2006, 8:18 pm

sorry about the edit ~k

I swore I would never edit a post again after someone replied to it.

But I am in a pit these days

Never thought I would be here again

Either

IT was either this or cut my ear off.

It is good that you are not interested

Why should you be?

It would be like looky loo's at a car wreck.

Post by ~K » October 1st, 2006, 12:20 pm

if I could cry
liquid would
not be an issue
worth exploring

but you are
reinventing
rain even
as we speak

you are
pretending
not to feel
the drops
of pain

that fall
despite my
lack of
intrest

Post by **mnaz** » October 3rd, 2006, 1:26 am

I'm livin' it.

Post by **stilltrucking** » October 3rd, 2006, 4:58 pm

it takes one small step
a quantum leap
but I tripped

now look at the hole I am in

Post by **stilltrucking** » October 3rd, 2006, 5:53 pm

Sorry e-dog I have wandered rambled and babbled all over your poem.

Just a coincidence what you wrote juxtaposed against a sad crazy scene I witnessed.

More than witnessed participated in. Contributed my own insanity. Just a family wreckage, don't mean nothing, move on, move on, shows over.