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Array ( [sid] => 79489 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => x [time] => 2005-01-11 19:37:39 [hometext] => Written just now. Inspired by a friend. Ryhme scheme gets off track a lot but ah well. [bodytext] => Sliding past my lips
Sweet ecstasy visit me again
Serotonin going hay wire
Chaos in my brain.

I feel this sweet high
Watching the lights dance
Tripping, rolling,
Stuck in this trance.

Dancing about wildly
Pupils grown quite wide
Though I make a fool of myself
I am stricken with pride.

Sneaking back into the house
Another night gone well
Once things are in order
I will slip back into the spell.

Money wasted on petty fun
All is well for now
Yet my brain slowly dying
But my mind will allow.

Psychological dependence
Stuck in this fantasy world
Mind standing still
Brain begins to be swirled.

Slowly losing energy
My brain is dying
My teenaged fun
Is my older trying.

The high was good for a time
But now I regret
When you're so young
You can't notice the treat.

All energy is drained
Nothing more than a dud
No worries now
For I'm buried in the mud. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 66 [informant] => LolitaMarionette [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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Contributed by LolitaMarionette on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:37:39 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



Sliding past my lips
Sweet ecstasy visit me again
Serotonin going hay wire
Chaos in my brain.

I feel this sweet high
Watching the lights dance
Tripping, rolling,
Stuck in this trance.

Dancing about wildly
Pupils grown quite wide
Though I make a fool of myself
I am stricken with pride.

Sneaking back into the house
Another night gone well
Once things are in order
I will slip back into the spell.

Money wasted on petty fun
All is well for now
Yet my brain slowly dying
But my mind will allow.

Psychological dependence
Stuck in this fantasy world
Mind standing still
Brain begins to be swirled.

Slowly losing energy
My brain is dying
My teenaged fun
Is my older trying.

The high was good for a time
But now I regret
When you're so young
You can't notice the treat.

All energy is drained
Nothing more than a dud
No worries now
For I'm buried in the mud.




Copyright © LolitaMarionette ... [ 2005-01-11 19:37:39]
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Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by Unheard_Mute on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:42:17 PM AEST
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very nice poem, especially since it's spontanious... I worry about krystal too


Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:42:47 PM AEST
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That was good. Though I've never done drugs,
I think you've portrayed pretty accurately
what it's like to go through that.

Good job, an the rhyme scheme doesn't get
very off track :P
~waos


Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by Sirena_Degana on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:45:14 PM AEST
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and no wonder there's things such as shroom hors, and x-hors...and other sorts of stuff..but WOWOWOWOWO u explained this tremendously well!


Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by LevyMetal on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:52:06 PM AEST
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I loved the third stanza.


Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by LevyMetal on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 07:52:39 PM AEST
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I loved the third stanza.


Re: x (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Tuesday, 11th January 2005 @ 09:36:11 PM AEST
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great poem.




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