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Intoxicated transcripts This feeling started in my head.
the sickness spread to my feet.
the right answer is on the wall
but i still cannot follow through
I know I chose the worng move.
check mate. your move.
I am stuck in my own embrace
disgrace running from faith.
thin ice. freezing lungs filled of my tears
drowning in my bed
i cant make it through the night.
take me ashore. find that life I adore.
its gone now. Picture perfect.
decent. repent. my sins.
I wear it underneath this crawling skin.
where do i begin.
snakes. shed coats unable to float in my descions
a more than once type of hole.
I am the downfall the wall to my success
It gets to my head and its never seen again.
more and more. feeling. lies.
lies. flies. vermon. worms.
I need a sergeon. cut this sickness from my flesh.
blood. and bone. wear my heart as a mask.
gasmask. from love chemicals.
brittle broken. fly away to a new land.
I Are Tolken.
middle earth. scribble words.
with fumes of toxic powders and synister powers guiding my hand.
inhale the smoke. exhale my dreams.
as My hands try to catch them as the float away.
dismay. broken knuckles.
unbuckle. crash. trash. Its me in my little self proclaimed revine atlast.
water. bury me. shower. cower as I cannot swollow these emotions.
emote. animate. my crazy shows.
sold out shows. circus free throws.
I am the mad hatter. Leave no reason
for this class act to shatter.
what does it matter. No ever after.
once upon a decsion.
all the way to the
happily ever disaster.
the majority of the poem was
the majority of the poem was just not my style, that being said I loved some parts!
the two that really stand out
"once upon a decsion.
all the way to the
happily ever disaster."
just love it. such a valid look on reality, and may or may not get deep down into my soul and understand my commitment issues which granted have been sleeping for a long time.
also
"emote. animate. my crazy shows
sold out shows. circus free throws.
i am the mad hatter. leave no reason
for this class act to scatter"
so two things come to mind here the first being a poet from post poems way way back when it first started, she said "we are the crazy people, only the crazy people really know whats going on" she meant it in referance to poets, how we see things other's cannot see and how we get humanity
and the seocnd thing is it came off like a bit of a rap song I would imagine Classified to have made
:)
Much Love
Ashley
thanks for the honesty. I
thanks for the honesty. I added alot of periods and fragments on purpose to really emphisise on the spuradic and uncontrolled thinking in witch should be felt during the piece.
G
:)
your goal was achieved my dear do not worry :)
keep writing and being you
Much Love
Ashley