i never once said that i was sane.
-- --
[dzi spends her times catching stars
lighting sparklers and feeling the burn
as the tiny lights fall into her palm
leaving little red marks
like rouge kisses from midnight lovers
dancing in the streets under disapproving gazes
caught by the chemicals
the factory science of the pills she swallows
doll eyes and frantic smiles
waking up is long forgotten]
-- --
[And really, it was all the drugs
The sex and the booze
(Even though I hardly drank)
That held me up
Kept me above the water
Stopped me from drowning
Though on the inside,
I was already six feet under
It was an emotional bipass if you will,
A way to keep my heart beating,
Without it actually having to beat
Like painting the face of a corpse,
On first glance, you might think it full of life..
But look again.
Because it truly is not.]
-- --
-- --
[dzi spends her times catching stars
lighting sparklers and feeling the burn
as the tiny lights fall into her palm
leaving little red marks
like rouge kisses from midnight lovers
dancing in the streets under disapproving gazes
caught by the chemicals
the factory science of the pills she swallows
doll eyes and frantic smiles
waking up is long forgotten]
-- --
[And really, it was all the drugs
The sex and the booze
(Even though I hardly drank)
That held me up
Kept me above the water
Stopped me from drowning
Though on the inside,
I was already six feet under
It was an emotional bipass if you will,
A way to keep my heart beating,
Without it actually having to beat
Like painting the face of a corpse,
On first glance, you might think it full of life..
But look again.
Because it truly is not.]
-- --
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- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 111 comments.
- I am a 18 year old girl (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm destroying lives.
- Visit my homepage at insomnia-addict.blogspot.com
- I am in the groups Drug wrecks and candy pills, End of the Night, The Rainbow Club
- I have 111 comments, 39 poems
My Poetry
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I don’t think it matters that I’m at home. It’s the fact that she’s not here that’s bugging me. I could say I’m agonizing over the fact tha24 lines, November 7
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I never once realized that it would hit me so hard that I’d be physically halted.
rooted to the earth I stood upon,16 lines, 1 comment, April 26 -
Alcoholism : see "catalyst of my destruction"
42 lines, 2 comments, April 12 -
there are a lot of lies that seep from betwixt my lips
many a falsehood that caters to the fluctuations of my mood8 lines, 2 comments, April 6
