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Intoxicated
Contributed by
johndough111
on
Monday, 3rd March 2003 @ 07:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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My passing could have been facilitated
But now I stand alone and waiting to be humiliated
If only I could have been sedated,
If only I could have send that smile over to you
But I wasn’t willing to wear what you had to offer
And now I cut myself the way you want me too
There is a killer in me and you could see…
Pushing and manipulating you slowly debilitated me
Why couldn’t you realize that I was once a little boy
I became nothing too you but a complicated toy.
And now with every sip and every puff.
I choke and I cough, and there is no reason for me to think I have had enough
It crushes me, the way in which you leave and then return
A different face, and a different voice,
But the same expressions, and the same words that burn
But its not entirely your fault
I search within you for something that is absent in my own vault
The sincerity and complete unselfish truth, That allows for you
to open up your wings like the compressing doors of a telephone booth.
But even if I could discover this beauty in you
I would not be able to connect
I have been taken all my quarters and nickels
And as I wash down these thoughts my vocal cords irritate, And the irony tickles
But I don’t laugh because its bitter to see my tenderness, and innocence splatter on the floor as my sweat begins to trickle
You could not believe in me, just like I could not believe in you
And now I have become fixated, not on pills nor scotch
But instead on finding something that I feel is true.
And as I drown myself and as I cut my skin,
I know that I have become something that I wish I wasn’t
And I think about stopping, but I can’t for the pain and the love is reciprocated,
and sadness and despair regurgitated
and the thought that you ever infiltrated, is completely obliterated
when I stand with my knees on the ground, and the hands on the seat
completely and utterly intoxicated
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johndough111
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2003-03-03 07:00:00]
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Re: Intoxicated
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by Jacquelynne on
Monday, 3rd March 2003 @ 10:41:08 AM AEST
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| Wow...I am now in a state of shock...that was so pwerful, so touching, I know what your feeling, maybe not to the extent you are....but...awesome work...send me a private message... |
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Re: Intoxicated
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by wyrd_faerie on
Monday, 3rd March 2003 @ 03:46:12 PM AEST
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| this is unbelieveable...wow...so good... |
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Re: Intoxicated
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 3rd March 2003 @ 11:17:13 PM AEST
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Intoxication depletes the soul....
Of everything,that makes it whole!
Make sobriety....a newfound goal.
Great expression! 0:-)
Angel always....God speed! |
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Re: Intoxicated
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 7th March 2003 @ 11:50:34 PM AEST
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Wow I loved this. It was so beautiful. I am sure it is something that has a deep underlying purpose that many of my poems do. Once again I loved this thnx for sharing.
Bobo (Joel) |
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