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    dots Submission Name: White Cocainedots

    Author: MmR
    Elite Ratio:    5.45 - 468/442/138
    Words: 83
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsWhite Cocainedots

    I found you sitting
    at the bottom of the staircase crying,
    Smoke rising from your hand…
    Yellow drizzled nicotine depression
    You won’t let me understand.
    Subtle flashes of yesterday
    Have become your white cocaine.
    So I wrapped my arms around you,
    And fed the addiction of your pain.
    You began to scream my name,
    But you wouldn’t let me in…
    And secretly I began to wonder
    If my heart could take
    Being your part time rehab again…

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      you need me, but you won't let me in...

    i can't fix you, yet you scream my name...Help me Help me...yes, the metaphor here is quite good....

    the speaker is his addiction. the problem is that he is not okay by himself. and the speaker understands this...feels an obligation to be there, yet wants him to be okay on his own...she doesn't want to be just his drug...she wants him to stand on his own....she wants a relationship that goes both ways...he is draining his supply (her)---

    masterful use of the white snow---

    don't let him have another hit...wean him off...he needs to be okay without you, so that he might have a chance to be okay with you....an unhealthy relationship for sure.

    | Posted on 2012-09-22 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      This is fantastic, the metaphor you've developed for this poem. So true too, thinking of how we might become addicted to many things that can be just as damaging as narcotics. It can be hard for both parties- the able body not wanting to walk away and getting hurt in the process of trying to bring comfort or healing. Much enjoyed reading.
    | Posted on 2012-09-13 00:00:00 | by emwren | [ Reply to This ]
      Love...... That's all I can say!!

    | Posted on 2010-04-06 00:00:00 | by WhoKnows | [ Reply to This ]
      my response to this piece comes in the form of a song:

    i guess you can only be rehab if the person wants to get better... you know?
    otherwise you get all strung out and stressed trying to fix them when theyre not actually doing anything about it themselves.
    but its hard to be able to stand back and let people do their own thing... its hard to not allow yourself to get caught up in their addiction... hard not to water their wounds and encourage their self pity...

    i think its progressive that you recognize this situation and wonder whether you want to find yourself in it once more...

    stay safe doll.
    | Posted on 2008-07-31 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]
      oh wow! being your part time rehab again....

    i know a guy who thinks of me like that....and i guess it's more hard on him than it is on me...i like being the way i am...i like needing rehab *not real rehab* but i guess it is hard for the people that are trying to help you, the people that believe you actually want help, the people that are really there for you. or the person that loves you.

    anyway, the beginning of the piece sets a great background. sitting at the bottom of the stairs in what i imagine as a ghetto apt. complex...

    i could picture me the whole time, and my...well my imaginary friend coming to pick me up again....

    i loved this piece.

    that's all i really have to say.
    | Posted on 2008-07-31 00:00:00 | by was_i_ever_real | [ Reply to This ]

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