The Writer's Café

What's that, I see?
Oh, could it be?
The cure forever I heve sought,
The curse forever I have fought!
That bottle,
full throttle!
Could it be?
Is that the cure I see?
Yay!
I must say!
Give it to me!
Let me see!
Then what you'll say is YUM!
When I give you some Writer's Rum!
 
It didn't work.
Pass the fork.
I will now drown all my sorrows,
See you after many 'morrows.
-sniff- -tear-
I guess I'll have to stay right here.
 
She fills me with confusion,
And I wonder, is it all an illusion?
I wish I was, inside her head,
But to decipher her feelings,
Would fill me with dread.

She’s a different shade of desert sand,
Forever changing, moving across land.
Drifting off, into the sea,
A peaceful place, a serendipity.

Whenever I think of her, it’s like an explosion,
But whenever I’m near her it seems, like I’m in a series,
Of fragmented dreams.

Her beauty is intoxicating, and I feel drunk.
But I must remain silent, kind of like a monk.
Lust so powerful, it fogs the mind,
Love so real, it pierces the gloom.
Pain that hurts so bad, it destroys time,
Tension I can’t sweep away, without a special broom.

Wars have been waged, friends engaged.
Men become enraged, women simply afraid.


In the end I cannot win.
Love is a game filled with infinite pain.
A gamble of emotion, enough to fill an ocean.
It broke me down and made me see.
The truth in which love cannot be.
A thoughtless gesture, a wicked trick.
An illusion within confusion.
This is love....
 
So I'll sit here, just as well,
And listen to my music tell,
how to love and how to live,
and how to see and how to give,
for country music is the best,
and now I'll let my good case rest.
 
Poetry War?
What for?
I'd give all these rhymes a rest,
if only mine would pass the test,
and this curse would go away,
and won't come back for all my days...
Poetry war...poetry war!
It might not be a bore....
 
Sigh...

I can't watch TV,
I can't play games...
Why must this boredom
Ravage my brain?
Oh crap, it seems the curse has spread!
I now have rhymes flying through my head!
No time to worry,
Just time to vent:
I feel the need
To let known my lament!
The only portal
To joy and fun
Is my phone, which with
I am almost done :(
This boredom,
Nay, this sorrow! Is a pain.
I wish I could at least play games!
For then I'd be able to talk to friends,
And with my enemies, make amends.

I hope you all enjoyed my grief,
I'm as bored as a kid poking a leaf!
 
Cheese, I fear you cannot be,
Bored untill you try to read,
This stupid book,
give it a look,
It's all about Astronomy,
2 dollars was the charge of fee,
but shipping costs an arm and leg,
6 dollars more than that big keg,
of writers rum that sits just over,
and comes to us all the way from Dover.
 
I had to take a laxative for a small blockage in my intestines. My anus is hurting me so badly. I had to take it on Saturday, but right after I finished drinking the magnesium citrate (the laxative), fatigue and lethargy set in. I had to get help getting out of bed each time I needed to use the bathroom, that's how bad it was. Saturday night, I woke up with a fever of 101.4 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunday morning, I woke up with the chills. I was so extremely cold... The laxative wore off, but my throat hurts and I still have irregular temperatures. I can be hot one second, and cold the next.
 
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