Last night and the nightmares - cold, cold and colder.
Freezing now - can't get young, just got older.
A small cut kills, like the stitches it heals and gets
better; repairs, gets better, repairs...
and the song is................
Rock Bottom, like healing a dream...
And cursing the hope with a black magic scream.
Try to wait all night, train tracks - electricity -
could bring a shock, pain, a freedom that stings like a bee.
Uncontrollably scratching, shaking and rocking -
can't pray, can't think, can't think about hoping.
Future to past, from beginning to end.
No peace, no hope, not fast, not slow,
not going backwards, not starting to grow,
not wanting to know the way to the yellow brick road,
the drug--hotel, and the man there aswell
fucking his wife off for 'his' new girl...
Where is the road that gets me the fuck out?
Where is the hope that kills off the doubt?
Where is the love that overcomes hate?
Where is the music, the rape, the death date?
Where is the pain, the papercut, the vein?
Where is the splinter? Where is the rain?
Where is the proof of the orange blood-stain?
Where is the next-black-eye or the blue in the sky?
Where is my home and where will I die?
Where is the truth as a change from the dare?
Where is my heart and how do I get there?
Please tell me what you think
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How many sides of you actually wrote this poem, I say 4 maybe more...
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Hell yeah girl. True words. One foot in front of the other is the only way I make it. Many of those questions have plagued my drug addled brain relentlessly. You've got a raw style... gritty. Iike it
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Thank you my love.
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Honestly your poem is great, but the only thing is you didn't follow all the rules, so i must DQ your poem sorry.
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What rules?
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The rules of my contest lol you didn't list which song by the artist your poem was about
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Oh - sorry. I tried to follow all the rules. I did write the name of the song in the poem. Never mind.
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