i have just got done reading through the archives of all the old poems that i and some others posted here so many years ago and i found that i remember so much of those old ones i wrote and as i was reading, i could feel the loneliness dripping like rainwater from the pages. every so often, i miss those times, being alone with my destruction in my hands, a bottle in front of me, drinking jack and cokes while chain smoking and filling an already overflowing ashtray as i typed two fingered by moonlite all those painful words for you to feel... back then, some of you understood, some were amused others wrote me off, i miss drinking the words as much as i sometimes miss the jack and cokes but most of all, i miss the others who shared my misery, the writers of the nite who opened their lifes like pages from a book all across these poems, i see there are a few who, like me, came back here and post not as often as they did, but where are the others? Chanel used to make me smile with her schoolgirl crushes and positive views even in my darkest moments, Jared and Antwan, though i rarely commented on their works, always had me coming back for more, then there was Beth and Nicole, the plathe and browning of the pages with their unrivalled form and substance, and eveningstar princess, without her faith i don't think i could have made it this far, last but not least, there was moonshine, who seems to have shed her stage name and now pens under elisa, i always felt i had met her somewhere, sometime, in a smoky bar, two ships sailing different seas but weathering the same storm, her thoughts comforted me as i swallowed her words.... to those who made it back, good to see you and to those who aren't back.... i miss you....
Reason for writing:
feeling old and nostalgic
Birth sign: Libra
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