12:37 Brandy [spills all over me]

By Dejected_Worth

"I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming"
Her words ringing [in and out of context]
The metronome clicking to .broken. heart(beats)
     She was always .more or less. A graceful dancer
But the body glitter barely does her Blue eyes justice
   But from the cheers, I'd say the fellas love it
Even if no one knows why Brandy does this.

She melted in my lap, like .fermented. fruit
[It was Junior Prom all over again]
    Long before the "morning after" pill
When cheap motel rooms were first-time venues
And abortion was a word "good girls" didn't use
  Back when Brandy was pretty, and smelt like poetry.
Back before I had more to offer then balled up 20's
And reminding her of [the first time] she said she loved me

"I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming"
She doesn't taste as sweet as I'd remembered
But who am I to say [she's different]
This .isn't. a "feel good" kind of movie
              it's the next to last page
in the journal of a faded beauty...
But Brandy never ages as well as whiskey.
And I'm just a line of bathroom stall graffiti, 
Not the artist she's remembering
     But there's no need to question raw intensity
And this time she won't hate me in the morning.
          Brandy spills, flowing through my eager fingers
..I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming..

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Copyright 2013 Dejected_Worth
Published on Wednesday, December 25, 2013.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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Comments on "12:37 Brandy [spills all over me]"

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  • A former member wrote: Some body's got wicked talent, you have crushed this piece, dude! Bravo! a masterwork!

  • A former member wrote: Trying to hide a much blacker meaning in a...how shall i say it...utmost colourful, red-pink venue, scented with booze and love (but who am i to say such a thing, i cant even smell in the first place ahah..) it is a bittersweet concept, of a lusty, but much more abyssal meaning. A light, but also dark read to me which i -did- enjoy.

  • soul_versing On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, soul_versing (882)By person wrote:

    Breathtakingly heartbreaking. I cannot say more... Bows- Scholar

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    i really liked... but i feel you wanted to say more with less...which made me feel this was a tad wordy... too much good stuff in one venue... you don't buy a girl a diamond ring on the first date ... if that makes sense...

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    i say that because you use the styles well, but scitter-scatter... i would have enjoyed 4 different poems with one stanza better than 4 stanzas in one poem...i like to see/hear/experience the suspense/progression...

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    "I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming" Her words ringing [in and out of context] The metronome clicking to .broken. heart(beats) She was always .more or less. A graceful dancer But the body glitter barely does her Blue eyes justice But from the cheers, I'd say the fellas love it Even if no one knows why Brandy does this.

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    She melted in my lap, like .fermented. fruit [It was Junior Prom all over again] Long before the "morning after" pill When cheap motel rooms were first-time venues And abortion was a word "good girls" didn't use Back when Brandy was pretty, and smelt like poetry. Back before I had more to offer then balled up 20's And reminding her of [the first time] she said she loved me

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    "I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming" She doesn't taste as sweet as I'd remembered But who am I to say [she's different] This .isn't. a "feel good" kind of movie it's the next to last page in the journal of a faded beauty... But Brandy never ages as well as whiskey. And I'm just a line of bathroom stall graffiti, Not the artist she's remembering But there's no need to question raw intensity And this time she won't hate me in the morning. Brandy spills, flowing through my eager fingers ..I hope these vodka covered kisses keep coming..

  • heroineyes On Wednesday, December 25, 2013, heroineyes (113)By person wrote:

    the broken up stanzas make a great sequence of suspense...but that's a view i hold


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