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Silver Rivers
Popping pills
Prescribed misery on the NHS
It was an uphill struggle to get here
And here I am, numb
It's getting boring
All you ever sing about is
how broken you are
So cynical by nature
Survival has nothing
to do with living
Instinct is a lie
My feelings are premptive
and devoid by default,
a neverending sigh
These arms are silver rivers
of my own disgust
a testimony to the self obsessed
Screams are carved in flesh
where melodrama is my home
I live in the center
of a shit filled hole
what's mine is yours
and what's yours is nothing
much at all
Love is programmed
Unromantic maybe but
most of it sickens me
unrepentant and infected
lust is a disgusting part
of humanity
yet it feels so good
when it shouldn't
all my heroes have gone away
Not all on purpose, some by mistake
though it may be better
to burn out than to fade away
all I am left with
is a legacy of decay
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| this is pretty fucking awesome - you even refferenced highlander. |
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| I liked this one. It was very dark and I could personally relate to it for reasons I won't share. But I really liked the line "...what's mine is yours and what's yours is nothing much at all..." Good work. Your poetry is packed with emotion - so few lines but you're able to do so much with them and it's impressive. Thanks for sharing. |
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| Dark, powerful, your writing reads like an autopsy into the soul. I love how you use beautiful images/words to describe things that are dark and ugly. |
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Comment by: Anne - 2007-07-02 12:30
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Popping pills. preswcibed misery on the NHS . I know how this feels. I am a nurse who works for the NHS this is a great write, though dark in content
Well done
Anne |
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I tend to gravitate towards lust during my melt downs or moments of boredom after being medicated. It's a fairly addictive quick fix to feelings of misery. Yet, the after affects leave me empty with no signs of any movement forward.
Nice poem.
Also, I agree with your comment about the poem making sense to you and that's all that matters. Poetry is a pure thing straight from the heart for most people. No rules, that's what makes it special. |
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