where poetry goes to die

Perhaps sober, perhaps you even feel a bit cold, however.....My Beautiful Brenda....your poetry will certainly never die....no no no no no....it's impossible...
"I'm left with raw emotion
no amber bliss
to piss out the words"
- raw and fierce just the way I fell in love you with.... ;)

I love you so much!!!

xoxo Taryn

thank you my beautiful one for understanding so deeply how i'm feeling.. we'll see how sobriety treats me :)

I love you..

xo Brenda

Naw, sorry to have to contradict you mi-lady-in-sin,
but you have too much sitting inside waiting for your
okay when they will tumble out such words the world
has never known. Sober is not the end of the world,
but the beginning . . . Have at it!

thank you Jerry I hope so.. you may be right i'm already starting to feel better and things are looking brighter..

love Brenda

thank you Nemo for the laugh my friend :)

love Brenda

Deep, raw, honest.....that is poetry, lovely Crim. That is all you.
Something which will never die.

thank you dearest Heart..

love Crim

Clearly mystical forces are at work here. How else can this poem be living where all others have died?
Methinks thou shalt create much more magic with a dripping wet pen and a drip dry mind than ever you did from behind two drunken crossed eyes...
Excellent expression Bren!

thank you JJ sorry it took so long to get back to you all but I wasn't feeling too hot.. starting to feel better now and more creative too :)

love Brenda

But you're still cranking it B

X

thank you Poet yeah you're right :)

love Brenda

thank you and welcome to DU..

love Crim

Ending is bitter and contradicting a lil if I must say, written with a bit of contentment towards sobriety as many people are but with a clear mind you'll prevail , or perhaps a mind is scarcely clear . Probably . But I like this poetry (:

thank you Shadez for an insightful comment..

love Crim

Damn it !  yes.. .
I had some to die
in me recently

and my ladyloves
the painting of dying
poetry is Ugly

Shi***!

you got me babe

-Howlings
.

I love you Howlings thank you my lady for understanding..

love Brenda

i felt moved by this....wonderful

thank you lovely one for feeling me..

love Crim

Oh excuse me while I just lie down in your graveyard and sleep off your sobriety...

lol Sir thank you :)

love Crim

I don't think your poetry will ever die. Your imagination is too great for that. Even pieces about giving up hold an air of defiance. No, I think your words are here to stay.

thank you Darkest Hades for being so sure of me when I'm feeling shaky..

love Crim

I agree with deep, raw and honest.... It also showcases you're very unique style; all of it, even the title.....

thank you Poets for such a great uplifting comment..

love Crim

Ha! "Poetry goes to die" from your pen!? That's 'hill-air-ree-us!!' Nope, never happen, not ever!! Excellent joke though... :)

I love you Poe thank you my friend :)

xo Crim

I disagree, dear Crim!

Your poetry is as exquisite as the finest whiskey in the world!

Love, Duende

aw thank you lovely Duende so kind of you dear one..

love Crim

But I love your poetic steel-toed boots! I have never read words written by you that didn't make me FEEL. Because they come from you, deep in your beautiful soul. There isn't another you in the world and I'm deeply grateful to have met you. Poetry does not die with you, it's born...over and over again. Different and real.
Willow

thank you dearest Willow for such an awesome heart touching comment.. made my day..

love Brenda

You're style is unparalleled, without a doubt!

I wandered alleys
not traversed in some time
with my poetic steel toed boots

This is you, so you! Your writings are so powerful! Hard-edged, and honest to a T!

drank myself blind
swilled alcohol spit fire on the page
smeared with my cum

Spit fire on the page for sure!! Damn I love that line!

Kudos Brenda!! Damn fine work!

thank you Chaotic i'm kind of blown away by your comment in a great way :)  you are deeply appreciated..

love Brenda

Awesome!! I'm glad to leave an impact. I do my best.

Poetry never dies it is eternal and ever changing -
I prefer that thought
regardless whether I believe it or not

I love this poem, it's inspirational as you can see. I've got two poem drafts just from reading this - thank you for your inspiration :-)

thank you David I need to catch up on my reading see what you wrote my friend..

love Brenda

standin' in the graveyard with the other mourners
waiting in the rain for the last poem,
the one not carved on the headstone...

thank you John yeah better sober than my last poem written on my headstone..

love Crim

Sobriety is brutal but it's far from fatal to your lines, Crim.  LIquor can inspire a poetic spill but doesn't do much for the discipline to make it coherent.  Your soul will return in time but your talent, obviously, is still here.  Fine work  Lady Crim.  Hope you didn't just have a lost weekend.

thank you Sir Crow no still sober except a beer here and there not drinking vodka 24/7 anymore..

love Crim

Brenda.. your poetry is eternal.. etched in the minds of those who read it.. you're simply brilliant.. love you!!




Dave

thank you Dave for such a beautiful comment :)

love Brenda

Actually my dear this is where poetry lives.... It lives and expresses itself in the dark moments and with a sober mind you will pen pieces are that are filled with raw emotion and depth that they cloudy mind couldn't even comprehend..... It's a process and when you are on the other side of the process you will have many more pieces to share that will help someone else.... Your poetry will never die but continue to thrive and live on, but I do understand the sentiment of this piece and the feeling behind it and it was merely amazing to read as always.... Hugs....

~BSavvy

thank you Savvy one for the deeply insightful comment I just need to heed the wisdom you've shared..

love Brenda

I like how deep it is and the struggle it tells

thank you most kindly..

love Crim