Array ( [sid] => 137095 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Consumption [time] => 2007-09-01 14:02:39 [hometext] => consumption -- 1. the process of being destroyed, engrossed, or absorbed totally. 2. A progressive wasting of body tissue. 3. To eat up, devour. [bodytext] => It's shocking.
it's shocking how much emotional dependence is placed in you
It's like you're an endorphin variable, it makes no sense.
I have only enough assurance
to assure myself that something will change.
But I can't get far beyond that.
So it could lead to either spectrum....

I cannot touch a pen to a paper without it not regarding you in the end.
I am trapped in my own self-consciousness,
and you won't back me up.
I'm playing a solo hand again.
You're so dense that you'd pass up time for excitement.
You left experience for artificial love.

You've been foiled by your own naivety!
You spent such a long time on one side, you couldn't wait to jump away
once the other choice came speeding by.

You've turned me obsessive.
I cannot read without it pertaining to you
And I can't enjoy my solitude anymore.
And all of the complicated words I know... just don't seem accurate enough anymore....
I don't want you left with a frame of mistakes
And we're both not clean anymore.
So I don't want you passing filth to any other person.

You've made me mute.
I cannot speak without being reminded what I've said to you.
If we both lose at the same time, can we still win?
I never wanted to hope for something you so meekly didn't want.
I still want to refuse that I harbor a bad habit,
because you bring it up at the worst times.

You've made me dispirited.
I cannot enjoy the night sky in my bedroom because I'm constantly waiting for the day to end.
I'm shaken, we've driven down past these lights before
And I thought the same thing
But, somehow, now, when I drive by them, these lights,
oh, they still shine so bright, but, somehow.. they,
they dull my inspiration so.

I can't stop thinking when I shared this scenery with you
And it wasn't too long ago, either....

You've turned me diseased.
I cannot feel my own face anymore
without being consumed by numbness.
I am ashamed of my own body,
and I feel a sickness coming on again...

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Consumption
Date: Saturday, 1st September 2007 @ 02:02:39 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: sally-heart-jack
It's shocking.
it's shocking how much emotional dependence is placed in you
It's like you're an endorphin variable, it makes no sense.
I have only enough assurance
to assure myself that something will change.
But I can't get far beyond that.
So it could lead to either spectrum....

I cannot touch a pen to a paper without it not regarding you in the end.
I am trapped in my own self-consciousness,
and you won't back me up.
I'm playing a solo hand again.
You're so dense that you'd pass up time for excitement.
You left experience for artificial love.

You've been foiled by your own naivety!
You spent such a long time on one side, you couldn't wait to jump away
once the other choice came speeding by.

You've turned me obsessive.
I cannot read without it pertaining to you
And I can't enjoy my solitude anymore.
And all of the complicated words I know... just don't seem accurate enough anymore....
I don't want you left with a frame of mistakes
And we're both not clean anymore.
So I don't want you passing filth to any other person.

You've made me mute.
I cannot speak without being reminded what I've said to you.
If we both lose at the same time, can we still win?
I never wanted to hope for something you so meekly didn't want.
I still want to refuse that I harbor a bad habit,
because you bring it up at the worst times.

You've made me dispirited.
I cannot enjoy the night sky in my bedroom because I'm constantly waiting for the day to end.
I'm shaken, we've driven down past these lights before
And I thought the same thing
But, somehow, now, when I drive by them, these lights,
oh, they still shine so bright, but, somehow.. they,
they dull my inspiration so.

I can't stop thinking when I shared this scenery with you
And it wasn't too long ago, either....

You've turned me diseased.
I cannot feel my own face anymore
without being consumed by numbness.
I am ashamed of my own body,
and I feel a sickness coming on again...

An obsession with time, there couldn't be anything more addictive

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