A sad write here...and i k ow where it comes from so all i will say is nominated and i love this write syrup xx

I like the scene this piece created. I also like that even though that someone thought this person was drunk, she is saying that she is not. The line " lights a cigarette" helps the poem. It makes an emphasis as well as it helps create the scene. It is sad though, that people (us) make judges without knowing.

Dang syrup.....I want to say so much.....but I'm afraid I'd say too much...so I just wanted to acknowledge that I read this. And I'm going to PM you my comment.

Lastly,

I love you biotch :) hehe I know that word makes you smile.

Andrea, I loved this poem so much and it made me shiver. The way you bring about this image and let the reader know there is much more than meets the eye....though it may just be a stranger I see on the road, I don't know what they've been through, if they just lost a loved one or if they're going through their own self-destruction.

I like how you made it so visible in my mind. It hurt my heart to think about this. I've seen people on the side of the road before holding signs, saying homeless, or need a job. Here, you say you are the stranger. And what will the onlookers do? Just look and not truly see perhaps. You really brought out the emotion with just a few images, and with that title. "I'm not drunk"....that's what people will see, assume. It's that desire for understanding that gets me here....that need for someone to see the truth, to have one's own heart be torn because they don't know what happened but want to life you up-

Take care

I loved the images you impaled in my head
Such vivid images, I think the flow in this piece was
Perfect , this is really diffrent from you Andrea
I can't put my finger on it lol

Anyway , flawless as usual , love it

Beautiful piece... Loved reading..;)

Beautiful piece... Loved reading..;)

People quick to judge and the first thing that comes to their mind is that someone is nothing but a drunk. Instead of assuming we should take a closer look at times.
It is sad but that is how society operates.
Add to my fav
You touched my heart with this peace Andrea

Oh Andrea, my heart just cried as I read this piece, it is such a deep and emotional write and the wording was just so simple and so honest, there is not anything I can say really....

I love you...keep strong my darling,
big hugs
xxxx

WELL- DONE, INSPIRATIONAL, I never thought about that topic that way, great poe, I realllllllyyyyyy enjoyed reading it, your a great writer

This so reminded me of an old homeless man who used to walk the streets of Glasgow. A lot of people avoided him because his coat was stained and tied with string. Back then it was safe for a child to speak to a stranger without fear so...I did...regularly. Turns out he was a professor who taught at a nearby university until he lost his wife and family in a car accident...he turned to drink and lost his home but...in his opinion he had already lost everything. Anyway...when he died that old trenchcoat was lined with money...a lot of money....but his only need for it was to keep him warm. Sorry...I'm rambling on here...most people called him Joe the tramp but....he was just a human being down in his luck!

Such a meaningful and sad write. I adore your poems a lot and this took my heart away with sadness.
Keep writing(:

Andrea I seriously love this write... Your words are always so simple and true. We are often so quick to judge others. This was so well written. A very good read!

I've read this a hundred times already and am just now having the chance to comment. Andrea, you blow me away with your words every. single. time.

I'm not sure if this is a personal poem or just an inspiration. One part of me wants to think this is about a homeless person... but another part of me just wants to think that this may be about someone walking down the street judging another by the way they walk/act... which is out of the persons control maybe due to a disorder or injury. People are so quick to judge and have idiotic assumptions.

I love the touch with the cigarette... it indicates that the persona maybe is stressed out, trying to conceal the limp,doesn't want people to notice... that in itself is stressful among trying to hurry down a busy street without getting ran over.

It's very sad how people can walk by strangers and judge them... everyone has personal issues they are dealing with.

I am the stranger walking alone,
leaning to the right with packages
falling to the ground, misshaped
frown upon my face, and you
pass me by.

- this sadly happens too often now, it used to be a different way in that strangers helped strangers out and di not judge their behaviour before knowing the facts.

I keep on walking, hoping
you don't notice the limp
that keeps me from running,
I'm not drunk dear stranger-

- this could imply so much here, with the limp, it could be an injury, it could be an illness that causes you to have this limp etc. Many people mistake staggering for drunkness when infact it could just be that person is disabled and can not walk without this limp.

(Lights a cigarette)

just killing myself softly,
as the avalanche slowly
consumes my brain
with pinhole
strokes.

- this could realte to alcohol in one way, and drugs etc or could be relating back to the illness because the emotional side of the illness/disability can leave us consumed with this poison in our heads which is unseen by others.

I'm just a stranger,
ignore me,
read this passage
for I may fade away,
and you can reminisce
about the woman
you passed by
with the odd looking
walk; thinking-

"She must be drunk,
I'm sure that's all it is....

- Such a sad little situation this poem describes. People judging too quickly instead of a simple gesture like an offer of a hand to get back up. :/

Sad but interesting poem, well done x

This is sad. Added to favs.

Everything has obviously been said but i guess il lrelate my life to this.

This reminds me of what it feels like to kill yourself... Ironically with alcohol or another substance that slowly kills you.
Killing you slowly. It also reminds me of, well it reminds me of growing up. School all the kids didnt know why a middle schooler would self harm, always hiding my scars, refusing to do the things everyone else would, keeping my shirt on...
I was scared people would see my "limp"
That they would see me as i slowly kill myself

Again when i was older, i would write and write the most depressing papers for school and when the teacher asked if i was okay and i said its all i can do to survive. Lmao that was me in middle school. XD I was always a depressed freak. I love this. Faved