Last Night, In My Drunken State, I Wrote A God damn POEM...

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

... that I didn't even remember doing until just now, whilst sorting through my papers.

For my sins, and to discourage me from doing anything so fucking pretentious ever again, I will post it here...


SHE WROTE IT DOWN
By Technofear

She wrote it down
She wrote it in haste
She wrote it down
No seconds to waste
She wrote it down
To keep it safe
She wrote it down
To keep them off base
She wrote it down
But now with ink
She wrote it down
She stained the sink
She wrote it down
They left her no choice
She wrote it down
Because they left her no voice
She wrote it down
The best that she could
She wrote it down
To know where she stood
She wrote it down
She wrote it down strong
She wrote it down
She wrote it down wrong

God, I suck...

[BlueNote27]

I've seen worse drunk poetry.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

I've seen worse drunk poetry.

So have I, but still...

[BlueNote27]

Well don't stop now! You could be the next drunk Emily Dickenson!

[Ryan Elliott]

Or the next Poe. He was a gambler and a drunk, and he's my favorite poet.



Drink more. It might just pay off.

[The Roman Candle]

Sounds like an emo song.

[Caley Tibbittz]

I actually like this... it would come off as repetitive, but it actually goes somewhere...

[SimiBoyz]

... that I didn't even remember doing until just now, whilst sorting through my papers.

For my sins, and to discourage me from doing anything so fucking pretentious ever again, I will post it here...


SHE WROTE IT DOWN
By Technofear

She wrote it down
She wrote it in haste
She wrote it down
No seconds to waste
She wrote it down
To keep it safe
She wrote it down
To keep them off base
She wrote it down
But now with ink
She wrote it down
She stained the sink
She wrote it down
They left her no choice
She wrote it down
Because they left her no voice
She wrote it down
The best that she could
She wrote it down
To know where she stood
She wrote it down
She wrote it down strong
She wrote it down
She wrote it down wrong

God, I suck...

Wait, that last line doesn't fit.


You suck!

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

Okay, the latest installment...

... this isn't, technically, a drunk poem. It's more a hungover poem. I scrawled it out this morning, the result of a night's conversation and dreaming. It's written free-form, with no real stucture.

It's also pretty personal.

Anyway, here you go...


FIVE YEARS PLUS
By Technofear

Five years.
Five years, full of beers and tears,
Ignoring things I didn't want to hear,
Or heard and made out weren't there.
From my seventeenth to twenty-second year.
It's like a fog's been lifted.
I'll give it to you, you're gifted,
Because emotions shifted, and I just missed it.
I can see you looking at me,
But you needn't worry.
This isn't a rhyme feuled with self-pity,
But me announcing I'm free,
From a contract not written in my favour.
Nulled and voided by her and her behaviour.
A contract so one-sided,
I nearly brought in a union to fight it.

Bet you think you've done nothing wrong.
Bet you dont think you deserve this song.
That's just another case of social blindness.
Whoops, there goes another awkward silence.
There was a time when we didn't do those.
But there you go.
I just sat there, didn't make a sound,
Just like you didn't when they put her in the ground.
You just sat there and said your life was over,
When someone I loved life really was over.
Didn't ask unless I steered you to it.
Didn't care unless I walked you through it.

Have you noticed I haven't thrown an insult?
Unleashed a vulgar assault?
Because there's really no need to do it myself,
Becvause you've said enough yourself.
You used to say, "I'm really a bitch."
I just laughed and said, "You wish."
And now I wonder, though I can't be confident,
Were you warning me, or fishing fo compliments?
I never truly believed that,
Now I'm the only one who truly sees that.
So congratulations, you've lived to see,
The day you made a believer out of me.

So anyone out there that feels the same,
Don't worry son, get back in the game.
Be you seventeen or seventy, it's no disgrace,
We've all put our love in the wrong place,
Only to be left to face,
The reality that we're now mute,
But it's never to late to dispute,
You don't have to be anyones substitute,
Or emotional prostitute.
No more always feeling useless and shamful.
No more meeting new people and feeling unfaithful.
Now raise an alcoholic beverage in the air,
Here'sto the next five plus years.

[Adam Witt]

Okay, the latest installment...

... this isn't, technically, a drunk poem. It's more a hungover poem. I scrawled it out this morning, the result of a night's conversation and dreaming. It's written free-form, with no real stucture.

It's also pretty personal.

Anyway, here you go...


FIVE YEARS PLUS
By Technofear

Five years.
Five years, full of beers and tears,
Ignoring things I didn't want to hear,
Or heard and made out weren't there.
From my seventeenth to twenty-second year.
It's like a fog's been lifted.
I'll give it to you, you're gifted,
Because emotions shifted, and I just missed it.
I can see you looking at me,
But you needn't worry.
This isn't a rhyme feuled with self-pity,
But me announcing I'm free,
From a contract not written in my favour.
Nulled and voided by her and her behaviour.
A contract so one-sided,
I nearly brought in a union to fight it.

Bet you think you've done nothing wrong.
Bet you dont think you deserve this song.
That's just another case of social blindness.
Whoops, there goes another awkward silence.
There was a time when we didn't do those.
But there you go.
I just sat there, didn't make a sound,
Just like you didn't when they put her in the ground.
You just sat there and said your life was over,
When someone I loved life really was over.
Didn't ask unless I steered you to it.
Didn't care unless I walked you through it.

Have you noticed I haven't thrown an insult?
Unleashed a vulgar assault?
Because there's really no need to do it myself,
Becvause you've said enough yourself.
You used to say, "I'm really a bitch."
I just laughed and said, "You wish."
And now I wonder, though I can't be confident,
Were you warning me, or fishing fo compliments?
I never truly believed that,
Now I'm the only one who truly sees that.
So congratulations, you've lived to see,
The day you made a believer out of me.

So anyone out there that feels the same,
Don't worry son, get back in the game.
Be you seventeen or seventy, it's no disgrace,
We've all put our love in the wrong place,
Only to be left to face,
The reality that we're now mute,
But it's never to late to dispute,
You don't have to be anyones substitute,
Or emotional prostitute.
No more always feeling useless and shamful.
No more meeting new people and feeling unfaithful.
Now raise an alcoholic beverage in the air,
Here'sto the next five plus years.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

[BlueNote27]

Definite improvement.