Too often I approach
and try to correct
today's problems
.
Depending on a bottle
of any proof or sort
who gives a damn
.
As long as it will smooth
the tiresome days wrinkles
I want to forget
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It's the smallest things in life that add to the wealth of our being. Millions of Pennies is all about the things that make us smile, the little things, the tiny stuff.
First off I'd like to welcome you to the lighter side of deathsweep, the non-pro side. I'm not all consumed with death but I am all consumed with life and happiness; so, I'm going to use this blog as a forum for my fiction and just plain fun. Hang around a while, relax, enjoy! Try to have as much fun as I think I will!
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15 comments:
These three words were perfect for you.
"As long as it will smooth
the tiresome days wrinkles
I want to forget"
How I wish...
bag and baggage
We were definitely thinking along the same lines, but with a different outcome!
http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-word-wednesday-each-week-bone.html
Approach with care...instead of leaps, and those wrinkles might be forgotten forever...very nice.
Drinking will never take out the wrinkles though... =)
a couple of years ago i took to drinking often at night alone,, but i quit ,, all it was doing was squelching my ability to dream... and i love dreaming......
very nice for a quickie..
A bit of the drink taken. Short and soothing going down.
Rose
xo
"some drink to remember/some drink to forget"
interesting poem that speaks of a sort of defeatist emotion.
This really touched me because of my father's alcoholism.
Intense use of the words this week.
I never understood drinking away problems much, but I liked the way your words flowed here.
Surely a definitive poem! I feel the angst. Nice!
I understand wanting to forget too well
some days... a smooth taste is just enough.. of course, one does not get carried away... i thought you spoke well....
as long as you're not forgetting all of life then, why not? your poem as always is a good one. thanks for sharing. have a nice night.
Seems like the wrinkles only get more complex the next day. Nicely done.
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