All bottled up


You bottle your heart, then you bottle your think

Til the only bottle you pour out, is the one that you drink

And you’re losing your patience. You’re losing your glow.

And the girl in the mirror is a face you don’t know.

A face full of shapes. Don’t fit together so tight.

Peculiar this puzzle; the pieces aren’t right.

So in lieu of recovery, discovery of facts

You bottle your lovely & drink to react.


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

24 responses »

  1. You realize this is you at your finest, don’t you? My dear wordsmith friend? The rhyme, the flow, the playful yet destructive evisceration of your words–it hurts that such buoys bob into sight in the midst of an otherwise frustratingly overwhelming sea of writers block events; that it takes suffering to bring out such resonance. It gives me hope for your pen–and yet hurts to know you suffer so.

    • My pen; my sword. My machete, whacking away at the overgrown brush of life’s untimely events and time’s unlively portents. If nothing else, I am a writer. Everything’s fodder for the page.

      • I think you are the sort to make us think. It is not wonder you strike us with–fancy and contemplation, dreams and what-ifs–but with captures of reality, life and, at times, the virulent emotion and events that go along with it. You force us to be more thoughtful of the world around us and more introspective of our own relations to it. Despite the rhymes, the tune of language, there is no honey coating; to use your own language, you hack at the world and put it on the plate for all to view.

  2. this has a really quirky rhythm to it….the face as a puzzle that doesnt fit just right…and not knowing yourself in the mirror…the last two lines say much in how she is handling that as well…

    • well there’s a familiar name! Hello old comrade. You should know by now, I’m a dab hand at a quirky rhythm & unfettered rhyme. I hope you are doing well & time has seen you kindly. what brings you to my neck of the interwebs?

    • I’ve been getting hit hard by life recently… It’s been provoking me into showing the worser side of my face, and I’ve been having trouble dealing with THAT, in turn. It’s not fun when life gets the best of you and all you’re left with are the unsavory bits. But it’s a learning experience, to say the least.

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