Paperonink

Here's an old one. THE DAN actually commented on it.

I guess we all feel this way sometimes. God knows I do- writing poetry when i ought to be studying for mids, writing poetry when I should be writing my term paper, writing poetry when there are customers waiting for service in the store... and so forth. Congrats to paperonink for this cool poem. Whisky and Ink.

I hear every sound
But ignore every word
Absurd...
What's it been, three years?
Three years of wilting, weak writing, and wasting the day-
This day...
And, I'm off once more
Into a stupor, drunk on whisky and ink.
I cannot stop writing- can't think
But of nostalgia for nights never made
Degrade what little we had
With eclipsing fantasy of what we might make
It is, I know, no more than fantasy,
but this daydream sustains me.
Memories are all I can love.

Also, I want everyone to know that if you think something should be featured on the blog, but you can't be arsed to do it yourself, just tell me or neo or b_s. We might do it. Even if you have written something you are particularly proud of, send it to me and I might put it up. This will not be considered bragging- I think of this blog as a literary magazine, so when you ask me to publish something, you're making a formal submission. I'm going to go tell this in the forum as well.