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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Jeremy Smyers
half bottle blues
death walking in my room
peeling paint and
falling saint
whiskey glass blues
dusty books
are tombstones that bear
no names
no dates
whiskey bottle corpses
of days and hours and minutes
are standing at attention
looking at me
light refraction
destorting my face
like my mind does your memory
slightly skewed
but still weighing heavy
on my side
tick tock death
breathing it's steamy
breath down the nape of my neck
second hand is stronger than the sword
I watch you wind
around and realize
you're a testament
to loss and love and hate and despair
and you see that I love you
and you see that my half bottle love
is more than you need
half to love you
half to need you
half bottle blues to the end
the sword is nothing now
not with love
and you are my all
and it's over
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