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He sits alone
A man and his thoughts Sharing a drink with his anger A cold, empty stare Even in its blankness; it was lethal Drowning the self imbued hatred Notes scattered in a bitter collection Thoughts trying to make sense of the mess Only to be overcome with madness Desperate to find an answer To the question he’s too afraid to ask It's best I sit alone Just some whiskey and a cigarette So, this is what rock bottom looks like? A fist clenches in spite Wearing the clothing of pride It gives that decorated sense A sense of an falsified authority A fire that burns Yet no fuel is required Just bury the thoughts Forgetting what burns inside of me Lost within a moment A moment of my biggest regret Trading tragedy for intoxication Just some whiskey and a cigarette How do you only hear a whisper When all I do is scream? Stop it, don't bother now These wounds will heal on their own Besides, I’d never remove these scars I take them as a simple reminder Of a path to never walk again Idolized, by quiet cries Tossed out into the world Grasping for hope With a smile that’s just for the audience I no longer feel the warmth of the sun It’s mistaken for the burning of the razor Just leave me be Just some whiskey and a cigarette I believed I once grew up for a purpose Living with all those futile dreams And caught in frost bitten embraces I understood nothing Even though, I thought I knew it all As we all begin to line our caskets Red ribbons, and flowers we despise Did you ever have so much sadness built within That even your shadow began to cry? Alas, even that puddle formed from tears Resembles that dark and twisted smile The one my demons bare It's a pain I find often But primarily in memories So let me forget With some whiskey and a cigarette You can no longer find A defiance resting within this eyes I've given up on the machine As the hatred consumes With an explosion shock of pain So large, it could literally consume the world It’s truly a shame A pity really We all just want to be saved But I'm done waiting Sick of hiding in the shade I'll see you in the after life I'm done waiting for my hero So come find me Waiting beneath my tree All I'll have on me Just some whiskey and a cigarette |
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..and there you are..Still the fab writer of words..
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Better? :D
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Awesome..
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..lol..
Where do you even come from? I think you're not on.. ..then bam! You respond right after I post it. :O |
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New Zealand..it is 3.48pm Wednesday afternoon..
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lol
Not exactly what I meant. :O |
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I knew what you meant..Most of the posts here come through to my hotmail, so I usually reply from there..Can't be arsed logging in at times..
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I see..
Just gotta be first all the time, eh? lol Well, in my case, one of the only. :) Anywayyyy! Thanks again. :D |
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Edited by
Ainjel
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Tue 01/03/12 07:27 PM
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..also with this write of yours, it very much resonates with someone I take care off with Dementia (alcohol) who is 80+..Smokes like a proverbial chimney, and although alcohol free for over 6yrs, in his state of Dementia, he will always say 'give me a whiskey and my smokes, and I'll be right love..'
Edited because it doesn't matter that noone else replies, if you check out how many viewed it, then you know that many did read it.. 
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Ironic, and, so true. :]
Where would I be without you? :] |
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You'd be rapping with the homies..?..lol..
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..what the? lololol
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Thinking on it...
It's ironic I chose whiskey, because I don't actually drink it... Weird.. |
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like it...
teasingbrunette |
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He sits alone A man and his thoughts Sharing a drink with his anger A cold, empty stare Even in its blankness; it was lethal Drowning the self imbued hatred Notes scattered in a bitter collection Thoughts trying to make sense of the mess Only to be overcome with madness Desperate to find an answer To the question he’s too afraid to ask It's best I sit alone Just some whiskey and a cigarette So, this is what rock bottom looks like? A fist clenches in spite Wearing the clothing of pride It gives that decorated sense A sense of an falsified authority A fire that burns Yet no fuel is required Just bury the thoughts Forgetting what burns inside of me Lost within a moment A moment of my biggest regret Trading tragedy for intoxication Just some whiskey and a cigarette How do you only hear a whisper When all I do is scream? Stop it, don't bother now These wounds will heal on their own Besides, I’d never remove these scars I take them as a simple reminder Of a path to never walk again Idolized, by quiet cries Tossed out into the world Grasping for hope With a smile that’s just for the audience I no longer feel the warmth of the sun It’s mistaken for the burning of the razor Just leave me be Just some whiskey and a cigarette I believed I once grew up for a purpose Living with all those futile dreams And caught in frost bitten embraces I understood nothing Even though, I thought I knew it all As we all begin to line our caskets Red ribbons, and flowers we despise Did you ever have so much sadness built within That even your shadow began to cry? Alas, even that puddle formed from tears Resembles that dark and twisted smile The one my demons bare It's a pain I find often But primarily in memories So let me forget With some whiskey and a cigarette You can no longer find A defiance resting within this eyes I've given up on the machine As the hatred consumes With an explosion shock of pain So large, it could literally consume the world It’s truly a shame A pity really We all just want to be saved But I'm done waiting Sick of hiding in the shade I'll see you in the after life I'm done waiting for my hero So come find me Waiting beneath my tree All I'll have on me Just some whiskey and a cigarette Outstanding, so relatable....a work of art....  "That even your shadow began to cry".......  Thanks for sharing this... 
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like it... teasingbrunette Thanks. :) How have you been Teasingbrunette? :) Don't remember me? :O |
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He sits alone A man and his thoughts Sharing a drink with his anger A cold, empty stare Even in its blankness; it was lethal Drowning the self imbued hatred Notes scattered in a bitter collection Thoughts trying to make sense of the mess Only to be overcome with madness Desperate to find an answer To the question he’s too afraid to ask It's best I sit alone Just some whiskey and a cigarette So, this is what rock bottom looks like? A fist clenches in spite Wearing the clothing of pride It gives that decorated sense A sense of an falsified authority A fire that burns Yet no fuel is required Just bury the thoughts Forgetting what burns inside of me Lost within a moment A moment of my biggest regret Trading tragedy for intoxication Just some whiskey and a cigarette How do you only hear a whisper When all I do is scream? Stop it, don't bother now These wounds will heal on their own Besides, I’d never remove these scars I take them as a simple reminder Of a path to never walk again Idolized, by quiet cries Tossed out into the world Grasping for hope With a smile that’s just for the audience I no longer feel the warmth of the sun It’s mistaken for the burning of the razor Just leave me be Just some whiskey and a cigarette I believed I once grew up for a purpose Living with all those futile dreams And caught in frost bitten embraces I understood nothing Even though, I thought I knew it all As we all begin to line our caskets Red ribbons, and flowers we despise Did you ever have so much sadness built within That even your shadow began to cry? Alas, even that puddle formed from tears Resembles that dark and twisted smile The one my demons bare It's a pain I find often But primarily in memories So let me forget With some whiskey and a cigarette You can no longer find A defiance resting within this eyes I've given up on the machine As the hatred consumes With an explosion shock of pain So large, it could literally consume the world It’s truly a shame A pity really We all just want to be saved But I'm done waiting Sick of hiding in the shade I'll see you in the after life I'm done waiting for my hero So come find me Waiting beneath my tree All I'll have on me Just some whiskey and a cigarette Outstanding, so relatable....a work of art.... "That even your shadow began to cry"....... Thanks for sharing this... You're welcome. I write stuff, more like this, when I'm in 'that mood'.. So, I guess it's more for me.. But if someone can relate.. Then I love doing it for others too. :] |
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Oh boy who doesnt like J.D. N a premium cig..
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Um, my uncle..
Non-smokers.. ..those who are against intoxication.. AA My psychologist.. My therapist.. This dude at the mall.. ...... Wait, was that rhetorical? :D |
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