Forever lost withhin the mind
I drank about 3/4 of the bottle on my own, the rest I gave to friends. Here is the pseudo poem that I wrote while under the effect of this nice beverage:
In the light of what we are,
The force of passion could not subside.
Inner workings bring us forth,
Forever lost we become lost souls.
Lasting but a mere instant in the mind,
Nothing else compares to the truths of ourselves.
When nothing more becomes who we are,
Surely nothing else could replace the spark that made us be.
*talkes another sip of beverage*
When thoughts cannot replace what we feel inside,
There aren't anything else but pure inspiration to fulfil our true beliefs.
There ain't a soul left to tell us what to do,
Upon this world where staying in line is seen as normality.
Without a second thought we look at what awaits us,
Falling back in the larger plan that we all attempt to be part of.
*takes another sip*
This crazy thought that moves us forward,
Could not replace what we once were.
Human beigns that reigned strong upon this earth,
A no man reign that we illusioned ourselves to move forth in hysteria.
*takes another sip*
The weight of our desires hold strong no matter what our ambitions,
Held in check by what others believe is best for themselves.
Nothing could let them remain true to themselves,
Other than what makes them sober up in reality.
Held within their grasp as their paths lay bare to themselves,
Others believe them lost to the society that upholds the truths that they believe in.
Nothing more could be learned from what exists today,
As the truths remain fantasies in the eyes of the Shepperd.
Looking deep within the mind of the collective,
We notice not the realities of society.
Discovering that nothing is real no matter how much effort we put in our thougts.
*Takes another sip*
*notices but only one last sip remains*
*bows his for the second time*
Following a deeper understanding of how things work,
The soldier looked upon his faith.
The gods in which all believed in were false hopes,
Imagination roaming freely to discourage death and suicide.
Letting the easy way out to uphold the lifestyle of the weak,
Losing sight of what truly mattered.
Not knowing where their lives remained upon this world of false beliefs,
Gathering ideas and letting their minds uphold the truths of this world.
Confusion leading them to lettings their minds run free,
Feeling remorse that they let go of what they held dearest in their hearts.
*takes the last sip*
Sadness, putrid desires, releasing the mind, feeling lost inside, thinking that nothing else matters, feeling that what could not be exists, wondering, ever falling, forever existing, wherever one looked, wherever one looked, one saw the light inside, feeling the emotions that didn't really matter,
*blowing ones noes*
If ever I could drink more I would right now, but nothing remains of my so sweet beverage of death.
remorse taking the better of the body.
I let go of what remains of my sanity,
Holding forth only what could show true resurrection of the whole.
Lying bare in hope of seeing for once and for all what is truth,
This false reality in which we all are made of.
*pumps the volume of the music listened to*
The demon in which we all hold dear to,
Falling within the grasp of what we now know.
The truth in which hell is all that matters,
Forsaken by what once was.
Forever lost by the society of religion,
Lilith taking possession of my very being.
Letting the demon hold faith on me,
Forever lost in this demened state.
Being the desires that hold in me,
Always looking in the heart of ambition.
Being the one that has lost faith in the world of truths,
Letting the world die in front of his mind.
Always forever the death roams free,
I no longer believe in what could be forgiven.
I don't even think that nothing else could be,
Event that of what once was.
Correcting ones mistakes,
Seeing the light in ones thoughts.
Calming down as the effects of the beverage subside,
Relaxation in the face of adversity.
*goes to take a piss while letting music go on*
*blows noes once more*
Finally the effect lets reason to see fiction,
Hidden and yet seen in the broadest of scenes.
*thinks of preparing pasta and doing his university homework*
Sleep is but a state in which people think essential,
Yielding a moment of respite that is not necessarily an obligation in evolution.
Seeing once again that all can be peaceful,
In this war forsaken place of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
*stares at the laptop screen for some time without blinking*
*stops staring and blinks at 1:30 and blows noes*
Lastly I ponder upon what truly exists,
If reality can really bring forth destiny with of that of heroic proportions...
Re: Forever lost withhin the mind
Man... I hink Alize should maybe just be a one time thing for you. You drank... You saw.... You conquered.
Really though... you got way deeper than I could imagine anyone getting off of 3\4 of a bottle of Alize. Reading this was like staying up and having mind blowing realizations, while drinking with my peers... Ah what fun.
Re: Forever lost withhin the mind
Indeed it was fun. Though I should add a bit of sleepiness to the mix as well. I generally tend to go a bit overboard naturally, so alcohol can somewhat enhance this feeling of being overwhelmed. I also concentrated to write fast and only stop to take some of the last sips. I wanted to make some kind of epic poem and it did somewhat get long, but until someone says it's epic, it's not. And probably I'd have to re-work it, even if it would partially change the mood or inspiration that originally got it written down.
Thanks for the comment. Indeed Alizé didn't seem like my favourite tasting beverage, but near the end, taste didn't quite matter. If I'd know how to mix drinks and have more money, I'd make something less strong and more fruitier. Though I could always buy a bottle of Baileys and make tons of chocolate milk drinks (thus very little Baileys per glass), though I wouldn't get as much ''feeling'' out of it.
Generally I don't drink, so this is probably the only poem this year I'll be writing not sober. Hopefully I'll get more comments or I might edit it, and maybe....just maybe I could turn it into something worth while.