The Sophist
2025-07-20 12:02 am
We're turning up the lights. We're not blacking out tonight. Cuz anything that's under half of one percent is a Sober Sip to me. We're going to party, we're not drinking lagers, we're not drinking ciders, we party to hard on those 5 percent beers and I can't remember anything. When the beer's too hard I black out and I can't remember anything. I have come here to this song to start a revolution. At the corner store for $3 we can get something stronger. If we act quickly, tonight we can drink 7% guarana. Doors close at 11 but it's already ten and I want to get faded. Tonight is a Revolution. A night that we'll never forget. Last night was fuckin' lit but I can't remember shit. Fuckin partied way too hard then blacked out from the doorway to the car. Last thing I think we did was have some Sober Sips. Fuckin partied way too hard then blacked out in the doorway of the bar.
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Gord
2025-05-22 06:34 am
Ire in my heart. Desire for port, Designer clothes. Firesales, shots, Desire for more, Righteous cause, Inside jokes. Cannot you stand on half the world? Tiger mom, time forgotten, Trials of law, wires crossed. And here I am still lion hearted
Gord
2025-04-30 06:27 am
My heart is half paper. Myopia, Alexander? Again? Class hatred, suicide bombings, General proverb, maximized profits, Modified starches. My hope is black maple, My old house on the hill, Breath. My hope, Alexander? Cleopatra answers, I hope I get to live.
Gord
2025-01-16 09:21 pm
Red about the hands, Red about demands, Red a henhouse lacks. Red, ten ounce glass, Half gin, half cognac. So it's red inside, out, Red from front to back.
Gord
2024-10-30 11:58 pm
Red coral, white bands, Windmill motions, Arms moving forward, If you get in the way, I'm waiting for you. Healing potions in both my hands. Pink coral, line graph, One day the ocean... For now, whatever passes. Yakub like arrangements, Only I divide you in half, Led Zeppelin she says, Is her favourite band. But she loves Taylor swift and Robert Plant. Red coral, white bands, White flags, white magic. Let go of my hand, she says, She needs a wise man, Not one coveting red. You'll get in the way, I'm moving forward, Text messages sent. White Coral, White mask, While to dress, only black. And all the red is gone, I guess...
Gord
2024-09-25 09:27 pm
Blue, pale sky. What did I miss? The sale price? The halfway line? Brick by bloody brick, They desalt mines. Did you just move away, Get killed, then live again, Just to shiver in place, Wither and die? Were you better off hunting diamonds? Forgive my writing, And erotic sins, For which upon this wit I build. Always right, Above, they fly, Always white, Always wine. Blue cranes from blueprints, Selfish, and high.
Gord
2023-11-16 04:57 am
What was I to be? A hive of bees? I see. Time; clouds. Sky; crowns. Cries, foul: "I'm tied down." She said as I vied for relief. Time, dreams, Lies, deceit, "I'm drowning". Pleas, Screams of an ice house, Before it lies in the deep. Now... What am I to be? Composer of songs, Giver of feelings? What is high to a beast? Fire, disease. What is mine. Like piles at the keep, Rivals final meetings, Some spend life on things. I, much like a beast, Divide things in half, Decide, with a hand, rights to be. So, What was I to be? Probably nothing. Feeding my cows, starving, Alike to the sea. Some sing in the choir, Some sit in the seats. Some write, despite reason, Until, like an ice house, They find reasons to leave.
Gord
2022-11-24 12:02 am
She cried too late, she surmises, Where the water hits the sky she relates, Relating further as the distance gains, Relationships were never her game. Decisions in haste are still decisions made, Whether the bars bend makes no difference, You still lived in a cage. She is indivisible from a man, She decides in a rage, This divides her, divided in half, her life changes. Her children are the product of mistakes. She cried too late, she surmises. Famine, she decides. Pestilence, plague, flames, Venom from the viper's fang, Which she places upon the lambs that wail. Take me away, she whispers to nobody there. Take me away, she formally dresses, playing, Addressing her former self, she was taken away, Far from the pain that she feels everyday
Gord
2021-12-14 04:44 am
One last deal, a man's feet, Glass sharp as steel, Half free, half demand, Protect land from the sea. Footing, Looking up, Good enough, discuss, Bullshit words, wooden result. All I can see is the head: Bad feeling in the bed, If only I could fold my hands, Lean, sleep and dream. The chaos I would see.
Lynn
2020-04-07 10:57 am
the bedsheets, striped linen, rumpled, unkept the jar of half-full change on the nightstand the dollar store notebook full of dated dreams the bible, still lying in the nonfiction section of the bookshelf the lavender curtains, billowing in the cool spring air— I forgot to close the window. the cat meanders in after his nap in the blue blanket still draped over the armchair, he stretches big, jumps to the east windowsill, and tracks a cardinal, pupils blown wide. parting is such sweet sorrow. (2.2.188)
Gord
2018-10-10 01:06 pm
Soon, my rooftops ventures velour, While his felt cap. So my life could be but parkour, Hostile to this running man, Denying his own strategy. Assume my caricature ugly, Underlying themes, nothingness, Prion disease and brain eating. I scream, away, shoo Like strained water, drained, Boon by foolish penmanship true. Dry humor, dishes in an apartment, States his wishes, his way were apt, One could have but half, contrite, In manacles, retarded and live happy. Perhaps education provides a tragedy, In return, for pardon of inadequacy. So, I too tiptoe guarded garrisons, My bliss beheld past, Soon their life could be of boars. Therefore course I lick, Stamps compelled to stick, What am I? A Saliva Lich? On course to death? Rich. I would embrace the quick, Lest this lifetime of fists.
Gord
2018-09-12 09:04 am
Solemn acoustic, play yourself, Silent, foolish, I wait for death, My chord arrest, My Lord attest. Holland music, half my breath, Tax my address for half my wealth, Alas my protest, perhaps my stress, In direct response, my indirect. The woman scoffs at his giving gifts, Living gifted is not an ornate box; Richly leveraged when you need a lift, More alike to a light that is simply off. She says, take me out, tonight, Whereto the people are young, Bodies are loose, fabric tight. He says, mistakes and lies, Too young to accrue true views, He mocks and chides.
Okileng
2018-07-22 10:04 pm
HI……… It’s about a half past midnight The time I always get my brain thinking of you Actually i don’t know if I just get my head thinking of you or you get in my head for me to think of you Six years down this hard life there is not a day I haven’t done that Its routinal it has to happen I hate you for hating me that much I know we all drowned but we didn’t die The silence gets louder and I am forced to think you’re not part of me any more But is that real Are the vows broken that easily The bonds we built every other time our lips touched Are they shattered that easily I don’t hate that you found love again Actually I too tried to find some one Though it didn’t just work out But I hate the way you keep silent on me Give a hi a day u don’t know how high that would lift me a day So if you loved me as u said u did some time Can you please share a second of your time with me a day Just to be sure we wish merry for each other Though it didn’t work between us GOODWINZ TIMOTHY
Gord
2015-11-19 12:00 am
Is this love, Alexander? Promptly Cleopatra answers, Dancers kicks, and spins, Treat the story like a stage, Improperly tuned for appraisal. Alas I spend my days, Fighting weary foes in cages. My half heart being only paper, Protected death in glass case. Lament for my love continued, Contained in a brass vase.
The Sophist
2015-08-04 12:00 am
A tale of two lovers, Who just couldn't chat, Agree on a child; So they cut two in half. Half of a heart and a torturous act. Kicked kids who were down, In the back of their knees, While they lay on the ground, Begging, "Help, please", Raising their funds as they cough and they wheeze. A tale of two brothers, A matter of fact, Who know what they want, So they plot and attract. Mending their hearts from the acts of their dad. Kicked kings who were thrown, On their backs with an ease, To be cursed to the town, No longer pleased. Wandering streets eating scraps of raw meat. Until the two brothers, One gaunt and one fat, Built a global chalet. The plan isn't bad; Physically wait for aversion to pass.
The Sophist
2015-05-22 12:00 am
I gave you that; Which wasn't half bad. I gave you love; If you consider my dad. Never gave my mom, Anything we had; So if I give you love, Be warned I'll take it back. If you find my love one day, Just don't take it half bad. Maybe it'll last for a day and a half. I sip hate with a handle; Pouring love with carafes.
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