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Poison In My Veins
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i think its kind of self explanatory
except for the last line.
that could be taken as a weakness
but i mean it in an angry way. not in a desperate way.
Poison In My Veins
Thereís an old phrase.
Iíll sleep when Iím dead.
Lately I havenít felt so alive
There isnít a semblance of vitality
Coursing through my veins
Say but one thing
I actually still am alive.
Iíd like to say youíre whatís kept me this way.
But Iíd say itís a little early to ring any bells.
Iím not used to this,
In any part or way
The road was already paved once
But the flood of what was washed it out.
Leaving the cobblestone and dirt
There for me to keep falling on
Iím very much used to dropping to the ground
As if thereís mortar fire all around.
To build another road
Takes too many taxes
And Iím dead broke.
Iíd be a fool not to say I feel
But there isnít many spokes left
In the wheels Iím driving on.
Iím a horse and carriage kind of guy.
But those are just a novelty now.
And apparently so am I
Iíve been left to pick up the pieces of history
And write it in a book
But the victors write history,
Thereís no way that itís me thatís won.
Because there you are building a weeks worth of numbers
And here I am still stuck on that day two years ago.
In the words of along the bay
I needed an anchor for my sinking ship
Its just like me to attach it to my heart instead
To feel alive would be great
The closest I get is feeling high.
Itís my current escape,
And god forbid I start using you
Because youíre worth more than that
Thereís a colder side to me
One that hurts
Things other than just me
I have this need to throw a hook
Not to pull something in
But myself up again.
Youíll soon learn that you donít need to carry my weight
Youth truly is wasted on the young
But Iím still here wasting every moment of it.
Opportunities arenít at any doors
And definitely not at mine
When youíre on the street you donít have one to knock on.
I licensed myself to move
But I canít seem to register love.
Iíve lost the drive.
I canít write like I used to.
Donít think I ever will again.
What has been seen can not be unseen
And I surely am never seen.
Iíll keep kicking myself in the mouth
While you keep letting others in yours.
Every time I see you your mouth is open
Just waiting for another to fill it.
I could care less about your mouth.
Or any other holes
Except the one thatís left in your heart.
If itís still there
Not the hole.
Something else is pumping your blood
The same thing that puts poison in my veins
This is not worthy of publishing
Just another worthless cry for your notification of my plight
But you ignored all the ones before.
As you ignore me now
Fuck the fates
They always cut the wrong threads
I guess I help them untie the knots
That kept things held down
Because you flew into a multiple of arms
And Iím left held in my own
Wrapped around my knees
Iím positioned like a baby
Babbling like one too
Its not your fault
More so entirely my own for sitting here for so long.
Itís left me hungry for anything
So I eat.
Beggars canít be choosers
And Iím definitely not a choice one.
Indecisive as ever
Distracted at every turn
Full up of the history
And not of the presents Iíve been given.
I take deep breaths
Take a fucking stand
I find my legs atrophied
But the strength will come back
Once I suck out your poison
You dosed me before you flew
Left me drugged
But Iíll stand
Of this Iím sure
And when I do.
Take this as a warning
Iíll be running after you.
Submitted on 2009-12-15 21:31:56
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I loved this! so good. long but totally worth the effort.
| Posted on 2010-01-13 00:00:00 | by
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Man, oh man... I must say that I really appreciate the honesty in this. It reminded me how it is to feel old at 18 years. :)) Haha!
I will tell you this though:love dies and that's the end of it. I know it screams and kicks like a [censored], it maybe takes years to do it but in the end it just dies.
I really enjoyed reading this although it is more of a letter than a poem but it's good. Keep writing, you'll get over it...
| Posted on 2009-12-17 00:00:00 | by
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