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I laugh off a bad joke,
and wash it down whiskey.
I don't trust a word I say,
and I know you don't believe me.

I'm in love for the fourth time tonight;
I wonder will it last?
I've had love that'd last forever,
all those loves are in the past.

Another bad joke,
washed down as before.
It seems every time I am burned,
I feel less like a whore.

Third drink now at the bar;
I'm standing there alone.
I didn't like you anyway;
your history is known.
All the time I had to waste,
for nothing to be gained.
Drinking whiskey from the bar,
but I still have that aftertaste.

I'm in love for the fifth time tonight;
I wonder will it last?
I've never been in love before,
but that time is in the past.
©2008-2009 ~ghbatt
:iconghbatt:

Author's Comments

This piece was written a little over a week ago; but I have been so busy that I haven't gotten around to submitting it. It is not especially deep, or anything, but I think the undertones work decently.

Thanks for you time, I hope you can leave some feedback.

Thanks,
-gh

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:iconcries-of-the-past:
"I'm in love for the fourth time tonight;"

that line really stuck out to me. I like how that stanza and the last one relate. The rest of the poem's wonderful as well :)

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:iconswalrus:
Hey. First off, good job in depicting such a common occurence in the modern world.

You're right that it's not very deep and it sounds a little melodramatic. I mean, I can see it happening to anybody and I like the way you've made it an intellectual experience instead of an obvious-type poem, and I'm glad that you recognize that it's not the deepest of works...it shows that you know what you're doing, but it's a little chaotic with the numbers.

Maybe that was intentional, the chaos of finding love in the drink, but I tried to follow the number of drinks versus the times of falling in love and got lost.

All in all. A good job.

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Hearts are very grey things and people behold such irrational convictions, regarding their maintenance and operation.
Unfortunately, general instructions do not exist.
When I cannot muster an answer, in the name of good, I always revert to zeros and ones, atoms and cells.
These basic functional units are the foundation of most things and relay many answers.


Great piece :)
:icondreshanda:
...wow dude. I wonder if that's how my ex-boyfriend feels now....

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:iconsorablue915:
This poem brought back strong memories of college: being out, trying to have fun despite the nonsense around you, trying to find a meaningful connection (or hookup for the night) and failing miserably. Fantastic!

I think there are certain parts where you are over describe your feelings and what is going on such in the fourth and fifth verse. Less is more. Overall, I really liked it.

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:iconbloodkissed:
wow i really liked it muchlies x

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:iconghbatt:
Thanks; this piece was indeed a more narrative than emotional experience; as I simply wanted to describe the experience more than delve into the emotions. I think the description may give the reader freedom to explore their own thoughts.

-gh
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Thanks for the comment!

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