9pm – 3am
(day off)
my white jeans
are stained with sticky memories
and I wish they were covered
with the drinks
I shouldn’t have drowned in
instead.
It’s funny how you tell people
you regret friday night
and they wink and say
“bet you had fun though!”
As if clinging onto people
instead of my toppling pride
would be in the highlight reel
of my life.
As if wanting to vomit up excuses why
I’m acting like a scared little girl
and not being heard or seen
doesn’t make me want to cry.
As if becoming a fumbling stumbling mess
was what I was looking forwards to
all this time.
at least I learnt that
losing control
is like jumping off a bridge
just because you’re sick
of the way gravity
makes the air feel so heavy
on your shoulders
(it’s stupid)
and even though
alcohol makes you
feel like you can fly
away from both the whispers
and indifference
the shots will always hit you
and here comes the fall
everybody/nobody
was waiting for
remember
when you said you wouldn’t
do this ever again?
[work/out]
Beautiful poem! The second to the last stanza seriously left me speechless.
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thanks dear ❤
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I like how yo describe a tipical night out on Friday night if that is what you do on your Friday nights. For me I could find more enjoyable things to do with my life than what you describe a person doing on a Friday night out and still have fun. It is good poem very well written I have to say that. I really relate to what your saying because it’s true most people go out like this on a Friday night on Saturday morning wake up wonder what they did night before and is this all over my clothes.
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I would also be completely, and as happy, at home.
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*more
for me anyway, I’m actually a huge introvert, but sometimes I enjoy making mistakes if only so I had some inspiration for poetry ya know
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There is a ton of us doing things so we could write about them one day. You never know right? A bank of experiences to pull from when needed
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haha I wouldn’t say this is my typical friday night but it might appear so from reading my blog – quiet nights snuggled into bed at home by myself watching netflix strangely doesn’t inspire any poetry 😛
thanks for the feedback ❤
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It’s a sort of a socially coerced loop isn’t it. You say never then the next Friday the atmosphere if felt by your friends, they make you more attuned to it and in the end you all succumb, pleasurably, no space to think about it.
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too true, puppets to peer pressure – pulling on each others strings & moving equally in perfect unison and a disastrous tangled mess
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What a beautiful way of putting it
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I particularly enjoyed this part:
“at least I learnt that
losing control
when you feel out of control
is like jumping off a bridge
just because you’re sick
of the way gravity
makes the air feel so heavy
on your shoulders”
It is so true that people do the opposite of what would make sense, like losing control when they already feel out of control. Quite lovely when paired with the imagery and analogy of giving gravity more space to do it’s work, pull you down. Fantastic work.
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Love it ❤ ❤
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Another great poem!! Thanks for sharing feelings through words that others can relate to.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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i just found this blog post and i LOVE it.
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Aaah I’m so glad! 😊
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ur blog is so dope rly inspired me maggy
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Aw thank you ❤
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true description of what happens on Friday night, we have all promised ourselves at one point that we’d never do this again.
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