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My drug

I feel my hands and they are wet
Dripping with a barely plausible, rarely visible liquid
Its runs over my knuckles, faintly tickles between my fingers
And gently fills in every wrinkle, or crease that makes this hand my own.

I touch my face, and feel over my hair
The same dampness prevails. All over my body
It lingers. I know. Although I cannot smell it
Nor taste it, nor hear it or see it

I can feel it.

And if i venture out of my self imposed cocoon
(my sanctuary and my downfall)
I know that the same annexation awaits me
It will hide in the wind; penetrate me with every breath.

Each time it touches me, it hits me like a drug
It filters through my blood, sitting patiently on my brain
To quietly overwhelm or undermine me
My poison; my narcotic. My addiction.

There is not an ounce of me that longs to be free of this
(nor that would allow me should my feelings ever change)
It is not locked inside me, for I would never be that cruel
But it is there nonetheless, keeping my heart beating.

Is it real?
It adheres to the laws of physics and yet it exceeds them
It appeals to my logical thought and yet baffles me
It inspires me and yet leaves me speechless, unable to complete a sentence... (or poem)

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Once upon a time....
Written October 8th, 2003

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  • Hells Seeker
    June 21, 2005
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    i really like this poem.. you did a really good job. keep up the good work

  • donthideintheshade
    March 22, 2005
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    Okay so I have read this already...

    I don't need to understand it to enjoy it. I did. x


  • December 9, 2004
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    This is out standing... And I agree with donthideintheshade becuase if you did stop writing before i'm glad you started i read a couple before this and there amazing as well please my child keep doing what you need to do let ppl see into your eyes through your poems and arts

    With a bloodytear and a blackrose

  • donthideintheshade
    November 7, 2004
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    How is it possible that this hasn't come up on my page so I know you're adding again?

    I'm so pleased that you are writing again. Is there more I wonder? How are you anyway? It's been such a long time.

    I like this but I don't think I understand it as I should x