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Surburban wasteland
Contributed by
Daniellemarie
on
Sunday, 15th August 2010 @ 11:16:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I remember those sundays waking up, Bloated and Sore
with a belly ache from the feast the night before. Drinks
and toasts, a toast to nothing at all just our mindless
selves indulging like animals. Surburban festives
and pills crushed on granite counter tops. Where
were our parents? where was my counscious? I
remember the late night drives tuition money spent
on our highs and thrills. I took it all for granted not a
care in the world. I could of done anything I could
have been something important, but instead I threw
it all away. I remember those feelings...restless and
always running, running, and running away from my
self. I remember the first cut that bled too much, when
mother found the knife on my white laced night stand.
She said "you need to go away for alittle while"
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Daniellemarie
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2010-08-15 23:16:39]
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Re: Surburban wasteland
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 16th August 2010 @ 07:11:56 AM AEST
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Yes, the urban wasteland conjures up many images. it seems like we've tried to make our lives more comfortable and give ourselves more time, but instead we've just ourselves more miserable. Depressing yes, but a poetically interesting paradox.
Oh yes, good poem. very honest.
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Re: Surburban wasteland
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by cashfan1 on
Tuesday, 17th August 2010 @ 03:10:24 AM AEST
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| Wow! this is very much the way I remember life in London. Sad and vaguely depressing yet very well expressed. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for posting. |
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Re: Surburban wasteland
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by SunshineySam on
Tuesday, 17th August 2010 @ 07:58:15 PM AEST
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| Amazing poem. Paints a vivid picture. I can relate, I'm sure as well as many addicts/alcoholics. Our past is sad, but writing about it and sharing it can help others. Keep writing. |
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Re: Surburban wasteland
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by Cheshire on
Wednesday, 3rd November 2010 @ 07:17:37 PM AEST
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I love this:
"Drinks
and toasts, a toast to nothing at all just our mindless
selves indulging like animals. Surburban festives
and pills crushed on granite counter tops"
Sounds like the movie Candy. |
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Re: Surburban wasteland
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by Drapes on
Wednesday, 15th December 2010 @ 11:19:08 AM AEST
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"Surburban festives
and pills crushed on granite counter tops. Where
were our parents? where was my counscious?"
How perfect. Couldn't have been said better.
This really touches me. Warns me to get out before things go too far. |
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