crimson

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    • nini2323
    • I once knew everything, and now I know nothing.

    Poem Commentary

    This poem is not indicative of my life so please don't ask it's just a social study... lol

    crimson

    I wonder why I came here,
    I don't even like this beer.
    Another night another endless mindless pointless conversation.
    I hope this one doesn't end with a make out session.

    God please stop telling me your life story,
    There has to be something more interesting, this is boring.
    You smile as I roll my eyes,
    but you don't notice so wrapped up in your lies.

    How you want to take me home
    you keep taking pictures of me with your phone.
    I wonder what you will need those for
    When inevitable my clothes will end up on your floor.

    I could tell when you walked in this dive,
    You were better off alone and alive.
    But like a lamb to slaughter you walked over
    Humming a tune of crimson and clover

    I watched you for a few minutes come up with a plan
    Then an opening some lame comment about this lame band
    and how you went to school with the drummer
    which turned into a conversation about joe strummer

    which in turn led to talk of needles and ink
    How interested you were to hear what I think
    As long as it pertains to you
    I wonder if somehow you maybe knew.

    And after 1 drink turns into 3
    I looked once in your eyes hoping to see
    A recognition of something deeper
    And then laughed at myself when you didn't deliver

    I should have known and you should have too
    But 6 drinks in what can you do
    You're enchanted by something you've seen
    Something that you've related to me

    So now you're caught in a sticky web
    And the alcohol has gone to your head
    I am leading you toward the door
    You seem to hesitate as we cross the floor

    Maybe you need one more drink
    Maybe just a minute to think
    So I kiss you hard and bite your lip
    And you grab me again by the hip

    I know I have won this battle
    I feel almost guilty thinking about cattle
    They never seem to know what's about to go down
    Thankfully this one doesn't live across town

    I can't take one more "you're smart"
    Making pick up lines into an art
    You tell me what you think I want to hear
    But I can feel your heart race with fear

    Punk rock blasts through your speakers
    I lay on your bed and watch you fumble with your sneakers
    You're so anxious to be inside
    and when you are you're eyes open wide.

    When it's through I get dressed
    as you try to convince me to stay for breakfast
    I walk away without a word , it's over
    Humming to myself crimson and clover.





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    bjenkins commented on crimson

    01-25-2011

    BAHAHA just like men to think they're always the ones in complete control when sometimes its vice versa. VERY well written! loved it!!

    SuSpence commented on crimson

    04-29-2010

    I like this one nini, It's like the guy thinks he is so suave and completely in control, but really you are the one pulling the strings, only letting him think he is running the show. Shhhh I thought you women were supposed to keep this one secret, it took me years to figure this one out haha, the hard way. Great write, and great song btw (crimson and clover) Keep it up, -Spence

    dumdumdj commented on crimson

    04-27-2010

    great work with this piece.....had to go back and read it again cause i liked it that much.....you tell a great story in this that so many people experience and go through everyday.....and i cant get past the twist you throw in this where the guy still gets laid in the end...............just a great piece

    nini2323

    04/27/2010

    awwww thanks

    GLUB40 commented on crimson

    04-02-2010

    That was a good write.I really enjoyed it i always wondered what girls were thinking when i was hitting on them ...I gotta work on my game lol

    kesavkavumthara commented on crimson

    03-20-2010

    A great poem...ilike it verymuch...thank you with my wishes1

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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