bourbon scented lies.

We we’re different back then
Significant in our insignificance
In our corner street café’s
Our pretentious coffee drinks and bourbon scented lies
Stained the corners of our mouths like a stamp of misunderstood artistry

We spoke in lace trimmed metaphors
Under the illusion that mystery was meant to be kept as just that.
Mystery.
And the world still held secrets to be unlocked through nights of boxed wine and b-movies


But now it’s just another Sunday
No more intricately carved than any other
Number seven is sitting across from me writing poetry about his penis on a cocktail napkin
In an attempt to bring back a vulgar sense of intrigue
Like the path to my heart is cleared by pushing as many boundaries as he can get his hands on
I whisper “we’re too old for that now”

The path is too cluttered with experience and jaded truth
The sparks have been smoldered with the repetitive and mundane
And I can’t be lured in with mysteries I’ve already solved

Curiosity will only get you so far, after that you have to rely on charm,
And we both know where you stand in that department

I yawn, pull a Russian lucky strike out of my pack,
“Remember when we still had ambition?”
He chuckles a bit and goes back to his little stack of napkins


Even the walls have fallen lifeless
Like they haven’t had a worthwhile story to tell in decades
But its only been a few silent years
We’re too young to be so old
But I’ve heard you age quicker when standing still

What was it back then that made the mornings so much brighter?
Made the adjectives feel more vibrant
And the metaphors hold so many different meanings?


We were loyal back then
Star struck and free of consequence
We were larger than life on our small town stage
Wrapping up our secrets with little yellow bows and well embellished desire


But now its just any other day
In any other week of any other year
Number seven is flailing his arms about to get my attention
And I’m busy fantasizing about number never
With his artist hands and virgin purity


And as long as we're alive there will always be something more right out of our reach
And we’ll keep disregarding what we have until we find it

But we’ll never find it.


Back then I didn’t know the stage was so large
With so many actors wandering about
We’ve crumbled from stars to extras
With fewer lines and plot twists

We’ve slipped into obscurity
Into the end of the credits
And no matter how hard we search
We’ll never find that spark again

So we write and we dream and we reminisce about the good old days
And we speak of the future with enough conviction to fool the greatest minds


But we’ll never admit its over





[this is a couple months old....it needs a LOT of work.....but i haven't posted in forever and a day, so what the hell]

• On Monday, March 31, 2008, carlosjackal (1803) wrote:
  
  More writes! I demand them..If you think they're poo-poo, still post them. You are a quality talent :)
  
  
• On Friday, April 11, 2008, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  i'm working on it...got plenty of crap writes....just cant seem to bring myself to post them. maybe i'll post them as members only reads or something...
  
  
• On Saturday, April 12, 2008, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  i agree with carl. post damn it!!!!! pooostttt!!!
  
  
• On Thursday, March 13, 2008, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  *jumps with joy* i've been dying to read something of yours. you never ever ever disappoint my love
  
  
• On Thursday, March 13, 2008, snowdrop (2154) wrote:
  
  Gripping and obscure, in only the way you can manage, as I've noticed true of your writes. This was extremely well done.
  
  
• On Thursday, March 13, 2008, carlosjackal (1803) wrote:
  
  Totally absorbing and written with honest philosophy. I can't see anything wrong with this..I just wish you'd post more. Brilliant piece :)
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, A Better Way To Die (266) wrote:
  
  This was quite a journey and hit home in a few places. It felt good like having an honest friend say something you both know is true even if it's not pretty.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, Six-Out (1623) wrote:
  
  oh hell yes. the way you think about things. i love it.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, Moonflower (436) wrote:
  
  wow. this was mindblowing. i love it.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, Alanarchy (1487) wrote:
  
  and indepth, and intense look into thoughts that are those kinds of thoughts that you don't want to let broil too long. Like alice, sitting across the table at some wierd apathetic mad hatter. Very, very cool. Missed your stuff. :D
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  thats the beauty of writing...its a means to get those thoughts out before they eat you alive.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, Alanarchy (1487) wrote:
  
  Absolutely.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, Niemand (557) wrote:
  
  Damn brilliant. Good to see you posting again, I love your writing.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  thank you...i've finally been writing a bit more...not really happy with most of it, but a few peices will make it up here anyways....though i'm out of space since my account expired, so i wont be posting too often.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, blue (1606) wrote:
  
  nonono! I am always glad to see your posts. you are one of the top writers here. dig? yupyup.
  
  
• On Wednesday, March 12, 2008, verablue (139) wrote:
  
  aw, thanks. *blushes*