Spring nights with the stars.
Crescent moon bearing witness.
No lies underneath this dark
sky, it can see the truth.
It knows you, you know you,
or you should.
Bottle of red to your left.
Drink up, life isn't so grand
that you can waste
it like you do food.
Thank you, Red.
A gateway through
which I can write.
I still wasted it.
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Drink up, life isn't so grand
that you can waste
it like you do food.
Last line, every time I read it I kept saying 'good food' in my head... not sure why.
The end is a bit abrupt, I am still deciding if that is a good or bad thing. I liked the way you started pretty, stage set, and then talked as an observer, an almost conversation with someone else which in the third stanza we find is really you.
The last line was probably my favorite... and it is a rare time it could work as past or present tense 'I still wasted it' 'I still waste it' and I like both, but I think you selected the right one, especially if you are referring back to the poem you just wrote. Good to see your writing again.
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See I'm not worried at all. Bri would save the alcohol and her wolfman in the process.
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