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Incurable Sickness For Perfection

Contributed by deadreckoning1983 on Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 12:36:53 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



Reflection and introspective,
Powerful sublties that entomb me.
Things you would find if you cared to look past the charm,
The smile, the hair, the clothes.
Trudging thru the dullest of lives,
A chainsaw digging into blood and marrow.
Slowed by a wave of distortion and incurable madness.
Finding ways for expression or boldness.
If death is for the weak,
Then dying is all I have left.
Knowing I will never leave a mark,
I will never change the way we think about poetry.
Knowing that every damn day will be a struggle to live.
Finding company in the comfort of the grave.
I am to young to feel this old.
Battered by idiocy and media,
Begotten by love.
How can I march on in the face of overwhelming odds.
I don't know, but others have and so will I.
Buckowski, you rotting bastard.
Why didn't you warn me about this life.
I am your better and I will prove it.




Copyright © deadreckoning1983 ... [ 2004-12-07 00:36:53]
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Re: Incurable Sickness For Perfection (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 7th December 2004 @ 07:16:42 AM AEST
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I'll look forward to it.

Well said.


Re: Incurable Sickness For Perfection (User Rating: 1 )
by theMoth on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 05:31:36 PM AEST
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I felt like this poem brought me
back to life when I started reading it.

Then you developed
something completely unexpected
out of it.

It rocks!
--Mothy


Re: Incurable Sickness For Perfection (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 07:57:53 PM AEST
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*claps hands with wild abandon*
Dane, this was inspiring!!!
Always you amaze me. Continually writing things that
leave me saying,"damn! I wish I'd said that!!"
Bravo!, my dear friend. Bravo!

~Breezy


Re: Incurable Sickness For Perfection (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 25th October 2014 @ 11:05:50 PM AEST
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I like this one a lot. Everything works- the format, the tone, and most importantly, the meaty language that makes this so memorable. Excellent.



~Scorp




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