RD 1: dead man vs NYCSPITZ - DEAD MAN WINS!

dead man · 09-02-2016, 12:16 AM

goodbye

Goosefeather pillowcases, California king
i never ask this sort of thing. but are you worth it?
Forever 21 the rings you stole to prove to your friends
you were something less than perfect. i confess
you confided. let's be honest, there was passion and soul
a shaky kitchen table and a bag of Merlot
a speaker and an ashtray and 2 boxes of smoke
a different color filter at the end of our ropes
we made a mental note to keep eachother engrossed
so i stared directly through you at the dinners we toasted
to friendship, scented candles and your husband's cologne
garlic chicken and okra. together here all alone
vanilla bean afterdinner coffee creamer and cake
sweating through the polyester, lying awake
i know that i'm the mistake. another habit to break
you only know me as a walk to the lake, and nevermore
traversing yards and alleys towards Chicago and State
vodka straight like residents at YMCA
speaking in languages like a secretive braille
you've got a world to share and yet i've kept it myself
i rejoice when you fail. although it's prideful as hell
the only thing depressing is depression itself.
i found you as an adolescent cradling dreams
acne on your forehead and a fade in your jeans
living for the 3:15 where life can resume
4-wall bedroom and a 20,000-league solitude
waiting for the crackle that a vinyl produces
palmside sobs at sundown. stay asleep until noon
lose faith, gain weight. alcohol and Gatorade
soak in salty serenade. in a panic to paraphrase
articulate anxiety. parents there to interrogate
spit into your face. wait a minute to let it marinate
blank face to strangers and your lovers alike
getting up from bed to leave your husband at night
another gel capsule for a moment of rest
snap photographs of moments that you hope to forget
i'm a stone in your chest. nosy and possessive at best
stay with me. stay alone. stay or face consequence
you're an island in the rain. and you're an island in sun
the tattoo on your wrist should be reminder enough
surrounded in sorrow by all the people you love
so you lie and say you only need some time to adjust
what a joke. i've been questioning the point of it all
flip a coin, let it fall. that's the choice you're presented
i'm the voice. i'm a question mark. to live or to liberate
you haven't emptied a dinnerplate since we started to speak
talk to me. talk to nobody but cradle me slow
we're only free if we escape. this much i know.

- dead man

09-02-2016, 12:16 AM	#4
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	goodbye Goosefeather pillowcases, California king i never ask this sort of thing. but are you worth it? Forever 21 the rings you stole to prove to your friends you were something less than perfect. i confess you confided. let's be honest, there was passion and soul a shaky kitchen table and a bag of Merlot a speaker and an ashtray and 2 boxes of smoke a different color filter at the end of our ropes we made a mental note to keep eachother engrossed so i stared directly through you at the dinners we toasted to friendship, scented candles and your husband's cologne garlic chicken and okra. together here all alone vanilla bean afterdinner coffee creamer and cake sweating through the polyester, lying awake i know that i'm the mistake. another habit to break you only know me as a walk to the lake, and nevermore traversing yards and alleys towards Chicago and State vodka straight like residents at YMCA speaking in languages like a secretive braille you've got a world to share and yet i've kept it myself i rejoice when you fail. although it's prideful as hell the only thing depressing is depression itself. i found you as an adolescent cradling dreams acne on your forehead and a fade in your jeans living for the 3:15 where life can resume 4-wall bedroom and a 20,000-league solitude waiting for the crackle that a vinyl produces palmside sobs at sundown. stay asleep until noon lose faith, gain weight. alcohol and Gatorade soak in salty serenade. in a panic to paraphrase articulate anxiety. parents there to interrogate spit into your face. wait a minute to let it marinate blank face to strangers and your lovers alike getting up from bed to leave your husband at night another gel capsule for a moment of rest snap photographs of moments that you hope to forget i'm a stone in your chest. nosy and possessive at best stay with me. stay alone. stay or face consequence you're an island in the rain. and you're an island in sun the tattoo on your wrist should be reminder enough surrounded in sorrow by all the people you love so you lie and say you only need some time to adjust what a joke. i've been questioning the point of it all flip a coin, let it fall. that's the choice you're presented i'm the voice. i'm a question mark. to live or to liberate you haven't emptied a dinnerplate since we started to speak talk to me. talk to nobody but cradle me slow we're only free if we escape. this much i know. - dead man __________________ Zack Wicks for president