Lowest of the low / Conversations

[Dronee]

Practice, practice, practice...

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Loneliness is like an evil dream
A stream of thoughts whispering
Softly screaming and distraught
With phantom limbs wringing
Still running and chasing
Back to the beginning
An endless ring and pitiless ringing

The thoughts planted in the mind
When onwards today the daily grind
So sorrow grows and despair follows
Two, together in loneliness
One man apart in the crowd of shadows
To endure silently or to curse
Faceless faces in the subway trains
Hidden behind newspapers averse
Thus so the planting of loneliness
A harvest of fears and pains

But still a spark of faith remains
Faith, even in the smallest grains
Could grow when the heavens open
And rain upon the once dry land
Then through the dry sand rise
Faith rebounding anew
For though I'm the lowest of the low
A hopeful hope finds faith to grow

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I'll just have a drink or two before we call it a night. No more. I swear it. Yeah, yeah, yada, yada, you do, sound like Mama... What could it hurt right? I'm just a social drinker. Everyone in the world drinks... And this time, it'll be different. I'll just stay at a couple. I promise I won't drink more. Well, maybe three or four, but surely no more than that. I'm not addicted like those hobos with their little make-shift houses. No. I'm a man of importance and discipline.

Yeah, sure we'll make it to the house intact. They don't do patrols anymore these days. No, no... that's just a random car. You know that as well as I do. The pigs don't go around here. Probably sitting in their cars munching on donuts. What's that you say? This is not the first time I've drunk tonight? Buddy, you're drunk. You need to get some ice on you.

What's that? Now you want to talk to me about morality? You're not one of those uptight idiots, are you? Listen here man... if drinking was so bad, they'd outlawed it by now. It's a freaking national thing here. In fact, downright patriotic, it is. So what about drunk driving and accidents? Those idiots are irresponsible. Not like me. I'm cold stone sober even after a dozen glasses. Besides, I'm a social drinker. There's alcoholics and there's social drinkers. All alcoholics start out as social drinkers? That's ridiculous! Well, maybe you've a point. But hey, it's a free country right? Yeah ok, but they're probably messed up in the first place. The alcohol doesn't really... hmmm.. what's the word? Aggravate? Yeah. It doesn't aggravate the problem. See, it's just like me. I'm sober enough to use words like "aggravate" and stuff.

Oh the bartender? Just ignore him... What's that? Well, what do you expect? There's no other customers here now. It's just us and him. Of course, he's going to be looking at us. Weird? Nothing weird about having a decent conversation. You know? Some man to man talk. None of the huddly cuddly nonsense.

What the heck? Hey! You crazy bartender! Stop strangling my friend... No, I'm not drunk.




The bartender shook his head and calmly removes the man's 'friend' from him and looked at it intensely... "Maybe I should be getting a new job." The Bloody Mary was surprisingly silent on the issue.

 

[DanFC]

Wow, I can really feel and relate to the emotion of the "low" piece. I think what you expressed is something that we all here feel to at least a haunting degree.

And I really liked the last line of the second piece, it really brought the whole piece into a perspective that would otherwise be hard to complete. There is some ridiculousness/absurdity, there's some hypocrisy, there's the overall overbearing, but silent truth; and I think the last sentence contained it all and kind of brought the rest of it to light. I can't relate with the rest of the piece though since I'm the guy who knowingly gets drunk just to get wasted and make sure that I've either walked to the party or been driven there. Which then brings up the question of how I get home when I'm blackout drunk; I wouldn't be able to answer you most of the time XD

 

[Dronee]

Wow, I can really feel and relate to the emotion of the "low" piece. I think what you expressed is something that we all here feel to at least a haunting degree.

And I really liked the last line of the second piece, it really brought the whole piece into a perspective that would otherwise be hard to complete. There is some ridiculousness/absurdity, there's some hypocrisy, there's the overall overbearing, but silent truth; and I think the last sentence contained it all and kind of brought the rest of it to light. I can't relate with the rest of the piece though since I'm the guy who knowingly gets drunk just to get wasted and make sure that I've either walked to the party or been driven there. Which then brings up the question of how I get home when I'm blackout drunk; I wouldn't be able to answer you most of the time XD

Hey, great that you like them man. I often write something when I'm really not feeling it... How do I put it? Like when I'm writing this, I wasn't at all unhappy. But I 'drew' upon the feelings of others here.

The second piece mostly just wrote itself. I did it as fast as I could type and had no idea what the story really is until it completed. You know... picture a person in my mind... Then let that character tell his or her own story!

 

[Square_Eyes]

Love these, Dronee. Especially the poem. I always enjoy your writings.