There is pressure.
It has few exits
And fewer friends
You drink a lot
Like it matters; as
The sky rolls and rolls
Away in blasts of blues and
Reds; There are voices,
and occasionally, love.
But it will be ripped
From you by beasts.
Raped and desecrated
Before your eyes
Until you grope through
The night, moaning about
God and revenge, and how
You feel, but you don't.
You only squeeze forward
Searching for childhood -
- Calling to ghosts.
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Written March 20th, 2005
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I was going to say brilliant but ed beat me to it.
Fucking brilliant. -
A sausage named desire.
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Save me, please.
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Care for a sausage?
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Brilliant.
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I was gonna applaud it, but u already had some!
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This poem actually has very little to do with substances and everything to do with the title.
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Sad how one turns to the bottle, or drugs to find something that they never had or lost way too soon. This was a powerful write, a longing for a childhood that never was or was not long enough. YET I wonder how it will be found in drinking and drugs? hmm hope its not personal. A damn good read.
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Yes, a very intelligent poem - I'm not sure how autobiographical it is, I am swayed into thinking that it is personal although I hope, for your sake, that it isn't as there is a defeated tone in this poem. I hope that is not how you really feel about yourself.
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nice.
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very good
wow i really like this poem. the way you describe these feelings is very real and powerful. -
This one really makes me stop and think! Nicely written poem that flows wonderfully. The set up is awesome with the title! Amazing write!
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A deep piece with a nice flow. Life and its up and downs creating another fork in the road for those will ing to do something fifferen then what they had been doing but missed while wallowing in yester tears shit and tomorrows butts
~~~~Love and Light~~~~
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Reflective.
Wow, I guess just when you think you have something, you're faced with the ultimate let down, maybe making excuses to live in the rearview just to exist through another 24. This piece speaks volumes of reality to me. -
Geeze, I think that LadyUnique took the words right out of my mouth because I was thinking the very same thing. lol Only thing I think I can add is this is aa indepth look as if searching one's soul. Be Well and Be Blessed.
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this poem made me think of a few people i've known in the past. tortured souls. trying to kill pain from the past with drugs or alcohol, looking for love but not knowing what it really is because they've never had it. blaming others and everything else for their problems and not accepting responsibility for thier own lives. looking for that childhood they never had...
great poem!
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