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Fighting Off the Saints


Author: mojymo
Elite Ratio:    6.43 - 50 /59 /41
Words: 250
Class/Type: Poetry /Angst
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I can imagine what MyX might say about this piece...Heho. ^_^ I know, this is SO teen angst and a rant is SO unoriginal, but I like some of my simlies and some lines. :) There's nothing wrong with that.


Fighting Off the Saints



I take these drugs to keep the Saints away.
Angels with gold curls whose tiny hands
grasp my thick ankles.

And you know what?

This aspirin doesn't work!
A long, hot bath doesn't help!
And you can just push away that thought of
a nice cup of chamomile to help me sleep!

Lately, I go to bed tired.
ALMOST exhausted.
That's about as rare as a stuffed pig
in the bloody belly
of a dead llama.

I'm about as lucky as a guy
who gambles without money.

My caution button is never pushed,
and my ability to be tactful is as reliable
as a paper bag, heavy with meling ice cream.

And you think YOU'VE got it bad...

Don't talk to me about your
drug habits,
your scrapes and bruises,
your fading scars
because I don't give 1/14 of a fuck.

I'll start holding you
when you prove to me that I am not alone.
I'll love you for the person you are
when you stop inching away from me
like I'm the plague of this fucking century!
And I will let the Saints
save this scrap of soul I have
when you shut the hell up
and just listen!

JUST LISTEN!

The pill I need to swallow
is your permission to speak.
You can stop the headaches
if you just look at me.
And I will stop this rant
when you finally open your eyes
and try to understand.




Submitted on 2009-08-26 00:00:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  the last two verses were amazing. my brother is a heroine addict and i know what its like to watch someone kill themself real slowly like that. but druggies honestly dont get it, that theyre hurting us, their family and friends just as much as their hurting themselves. i miss my brother terribly. this new impostor terrifies me and hates me half the time. such a sad thing. im sorry for what your going through but keep hoping love. never stop forgiving and maybe he'll open up his own eyes for once and see that youve been there holding out your arms this whole time, just asking for your bro back. i hope you get him back. peace and love. kt
| Posted on 2009-08-27 00:00:00 | by Theophilus | [ Reply to This ]


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