The skies are safe
From free fallin'.
You won't find me
Rippin' up the white waves of surf,
Or climbing jagged rockfaced cliffs
Who've claimed the lives
Of men whose rushes aren't produced in pharmacies--
Yet run through their veins;
Burn like fire,
Pump like fuel
that propels them forward
With shotgun lunacy.
Though.
I may take some risks,
Within the confines of my room.
I may stand only to climb the ladder
Of my lofty,lofty bed.
The only light of sky I see
Filters through my dusty, slanted shutters.
I promise though, risks I do take.
When I swallow that extra two (Or twenty it may be)
And I accelerate to 80 in a 35
Or when my heart has dropped from 90 to 30.
Instead of fancy cliffs, I borderline a flat.
Perhaps I am just careless?
For me I just care not.
When the hunger calls
And I hit silent, or simply silent do I stay.
Like one day I surely will be.
Silent to all,
Silent to all;
Including the risks, the experiences
That once desperately called out to me.
Author notes
As I was told tonight..."Take your fucking pills, go get drunk, go drive and hit a wall. I hope you fucking get drunk and hit a wall and die. I hope you fucking die."
Honest critisim
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Hmmmm... You and Brittney Spears could have a nice chat
And that Courtney too.
If you really felt so free to not care, then why bother writing? Ms. Bad Poet? Eh?
Hey don't worry; the irresponsibility just gets more habitual. Life keeps on goes on. Regardless.
Interesting poem, though I grant you another point. Point taken, thank you Ms. Bad Poet.
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I always love your poetry sweetheart...and not because I'm your best accessory wither..just because it's you and you have talent.. *EHUG* catch me on AIm sometime we need to catch up
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You express a pain that I have no comprehension of and yet the way you have written this I can at least understand where you are coming from. As for the note you left at the bottom, there are plenty of jerks in this world, pay them no heed for they certainly deserve none. If you ever need to talk I can't promise that my words will bring much comfort but I can promise to try my best. We've all been down our own dark roads and I just hate seeing others battling theirs alone like I had to. I didn't mean to offend you in any way, if I have I apologize.
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Very sad piece...I wish you the best in life.......ignore what others say to you that is so painful....live for yourself not for them! Great write though.....very well written....kep up the good work my friend!
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For not commenting on a featured poem
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a great write for being a lil under the weather.
"And I accelerate to 80 in a 35
Or when my heart has dropped from 90 to 30.
Instead of fancy cliffs, I borderline a flat." I love it, especially I boreline a flat
Keep writing chicka!
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I liked the message here and can relate to the feelings if not all the actions. It is not the same rush with 2 or 20 as it is when you're rushing down the face of a wave or pushing the limit on a Class V rapid and wash out the other side. Life is meant to be eaten raw; not washed down with a glass of the poison of your choosing. Life is a feast, not a diet. Answer that hunger when it calls! I loved the story here. It has a beginning, middle and end. Thanks for letting me know about it.
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Made a few edits
Made the suggested edits, removed the extra "The", kept "Aren't" but made rush plural. Made the line break, but when I read it aloud it reads as a strong sentence with a pause. Period added. Lofty is a intended double, thought it needed a comma. 80 to 35 is intended, as in mph in a zone. 90 to 30 is referencing my heart beat as I have heart palipatations. Flipped the last line and added 'out'. -
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Very cool. I got the 90 to 30, but can't believe I missed the 80 in a 35. Yes, that makes sense. I'd have got it right off if it ended in "zone", but still I should have been able to figure that out.
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