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My Mirror My Mind

Contributed by acid_lucidity on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 05:42:20 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



I'm emptying the ashtray,
Filled with my imagination's ashes.
I'm tired of pretending to run away,
Being a self-imitation of a burnt out wannabe.
Destructive and dying everyday,
Staring in the mirror of my self inflicted complication.
Each layer is just searing flesh in the fire.

Ashes under the flame just burn brighter,
Roman candles with white gunpowder.
Who would watch a lightless lifeless firework?
Burn until it answers you…

Staring at my cold penny pupil eyes,
Stuck in the ring of swirling narcotic greed.
Sick of having to say my goodbyes,
Right road wrong direction.
I'm a warped ripped copy of a reflection,
Loosing everyone all the time,
Line by ***** line.

Seeing your own face reflected in the glass,
Eyes open nostrils flaring.
Not a care in the world.
But do you like the answer you received?

Lying nailed body rushing and spine tearing apart,
Nailed to an express elevator into my own private hell.
Powdered magic dust or three wishes a tab.
You are my rotting rope in my wretched wishing well.
I'd hate to see you go,
You love to watch me grieve.
No reward without cost.

And I still can't leave.
And now I know,
Pointless and unforgiving.
It just goes on and on.

Force your mind to see the whole,
Everything that is eternity in a kaleidoscope.
Hypnotic and transcendental,
Unable to handle.
No words,
No sounds,
Just overwhelming something in the nothing.

But before you prove the religions wrong,
Realise that you're talking to the mirror.
This thing can go no further,
Your pet sane enlightened insanity.




Copyright © acid_lucidity ... [ 2005-02-16 17:42:20]
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Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhymingron on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 05:46:35 PM AEST
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While I never could know these feelings, You've written a very good poem.


Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 06:44:05 PM AEST
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Good job on this poem. You have a lot of great lines in this, that I will highlight, but first I wanted to say, that I'm glad you didn't use this poem to say that doing speed and coke together is a good thing. lol.....because those are both......drum roll.......very pointless drugs!!! *yay* (applause). Shrooms and weed, on the other hand, are perfectly fine (when used within reason of course) and can expand your mind. And I think your poem expressed that. There were moments of total despair, and then moments of understanding. You can totally see the coke and speed parts of it compared to the weed and shrooms part.

Staring at my cold penny pupil eyes,
Stuck in the ring of swirling narcotic greed.
Sick of having to say my goodbyes,
Right road wrong direction.
I'm a warped ripped copy of a reflection,
Loosing everyone all the time,
Line by ***** line.

-----definitely the speed/coke influence----

You love to watch me grieve.
No reward without cost.

Pointless and unforgiving.
It just goes on and on.

----both of these are also speed/coke influences---

Force your mind to see the whole,
Everything that is eternity in a kaleidoscope.
Hypnotic and transcendental,
Unable to handle.
No words,
No sounds,
Just overwhelming something in the nothing.

----definitely the shrooms/weed influence----

But before you prove the religions wrong,
Realise that you're talking to the mirror.
This thing can go no further,
Your pet sane enlightened insanity.

I really liked this part. Only someone who has tripped will be able to understand this. You express the unexpressable in this line. I am very impressed.

Be True,
zenmind




Re: My Mirror My Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by BEBE on Wednesday, 16th February 2005 @ 08:37:23 PM AEST
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WELL.... I have never done any of these so I have no idea what you are talking about lol but I like how it flowed..... How old are you?

ever need to talk ? aim = bebe_queen15




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