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    dots Submission Name: puddles of insanitydots

    Author: kristian
    ASL Info:    30/male/modesto, ca
    Elite Ratio:    3.69 - 71/44/29
    Words: 306
    Class/Type: Poetry/Political
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       it's about me growing up under the expectation that my generation will fail. generation x... aswell as living a life in a world of meth...

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    dotspuddles of insanitydots

    i remember how this all began
    a typical story a kid without a dad
    young and rebelious had to make a stand
    thriving for attention in meth i found a plan

    poor mother is scared- don't know what to do
    daddy is a deadbeat without a clue

    Now twisted on a mission racing faster then time
    issues seemed to vanish with just a little line
    lonely as a child, in you i found a friend
    but the drama of your temptation left me plotting the end
    started chasing puddles- not needing a bed
    how can i resist with your tounge inside my head

    Im just a momma's boy who got all f%c*ed up
    a creation of a nation- society screwed me up
    victim's of the media- society "X"ed us out
    i'm just one in a generation held down by political doubt
    were f#c$in pist so hear us shout
    you created me with all this doubt

    now twisted on a mission from this chemical blend
    racing, pumping i feel the dragon in my skin
    chasing these puddles i found a friend
    but the drama that came with left me plotting the end

    now these puddles of insanity flood my mind
    these lungs ready to collapase from the abuse of time
    from these puddles i once found peace
    now from these missions i have no face

    now a new day has dawn
    another friend dead, gone
    in death i wonder why to this game i was drawn

    now the table spun and took a turn
    from these puddles i once found peace
    now from these missions i have no face
    one way or another im breaking free
    expressing my rage lyrically
    but despite my goals- You know me
    i will dance with the dragon secretly

    Submitted on 2005-05-30 10:03:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      wow, that's good. i can realate, a lot of times it feels like society doesn't want anything to do with those who don't already have power, and pushes up to do desperate things to get noticed. i really liked the line
    "now a new day has dawn
    another friend dead, gone
    in death i wonder why to this game i was drawn"
    it shows that sometimes we do really stupid thigs to get attention, or make a statement, thinking we won't get hurt, and then everything falls to pieces because of that one desicion. great job, truly awesome.

    | Posted on 2005-05-30 00:00:00 | by Anticlownperson | [ Reply to This ]

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