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    dots Submission Name: Poison In My Veinsdots
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    Author: SonOfDamascus
    ASL Info:    18/m/Maine
    Elite Ratio:    2.45 - 27/35/37
    Words: 692
    Class/Type: Poetry/Venting
    Total Views: 459
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    Description:
       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.


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    dotsPoison In My Veinsdots
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    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.
    Your heart

    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
    And walk

    Of this Iím sure
    And when I do.
    Take this as a warning

    Iíll be running after you.




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      I loved this! so good. long but totally worth the effort.
    Rachel:)
    | Posted on 2010-01-13 00:00:00 | by PopRocksRae | [ Reply to This ]
      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 Paradox | [ Reply to This ]


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