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Array ( [sid] => 149099 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Hullucinations of Before [time] => 2009-04-13 06:32:07 [hometext] => [bodytext] => "I can't hear the music"
On her hands and her knees, ears laid against
The ground
Feeling the vibrations around her she fell
It must have been that poisonous liquid
That made her stomach swell.
Living your life from inside, a
Bevel. Crowded by all that of ill hell.
Sequenced by visions of
Her hierarchy of needs.
Or, need.

Dread encased her skin,
Hiding the burn. The ache.
The guilt of her sin.

To the needle she caressed
Give me a case of the sleeping sickness.
The spiderwebs in the wall. Glared.
Drinking in her numbness
...'i wish the winter would go away'
Search. The search, for the utopia opening
With the anticipation of feelings.
Some, sort of emotional state.

To leave into the real world
Rob some sunlight.
Inject true feeling into her blood
Balmy nights go to waste
Synethic emotion, grips her
Veins.

Up ..there he up there was laughing at her
She climbed up the wall
Spleen pumping blood quicker then her
Arm bled.
Down the end of the room
Her needle set the scene
Of where she punctured her arm so hard
She couldn't stop the bleed.

They were laughing at her!
The family portraits. Faces of those
She had long neglect.
She once wept for her loss.
Now she only weeps because
..in her mind forever exists.

Her hallucinations were etched
with a memory of before.
So long before. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 66 [informant] => amber_vonhorror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )

Hullucinations of Before

Contributed by amber_vonhorror on Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 06:32:07 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

"I can't hear the music"
On her hands and her knees, ears laid against
The ground
Feeling the vibrations around her she fell
It must have been that poisonous liquid
That made her stomach swell.
Living your life from inside, a
Bevel. Crowded by all that of ill hell.
Sequenced by visions of
Her hierarchy of needs.
Or, need.

Dread encased her skin,
Hiding the burn. The ache.
The guilt of her sin.

To the needle she caressed
Give me a case of the sleeping sickness.
The spiderwebs in the wall. Glared.
Drinking in her numbness
...'i wish the winter would go away'
Search. The search, for the utopia opening
With the anticipation of feelings.
Some, sort of emotional state.

To leave into the real world
Rob some sunlight.
Inject true feeling into her blood
Balmy nights go to waste
Synethic emotion, grips her
Veins.

Up ..there he up there was laughing at her
She climbed up the wall
Spleen pumping blood quicker then her
Arm bled.
Down the end of the room
Her needle set the scene
Of where she punctured her arm so hard
She couldn't stop the bleed.

They were laughing at her!
The family portraits. Faces of those
She had long neglect.
She once wept for her loss.
Now she only weeps because
..in her mind forever exists.

Her hallucinations were etched
with a memory of before.
So long before.

Copyright © amber_vonhorror ... [ 2009-04-13 06:32:07]
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Re: Hullucinations of Before (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 06:18:13 PM AEST
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Great poem paints an image in my mind like when I read a book. In my mind the image seems scary horrifing, and grusome.
But that's the kind of books I like so I like the image again great write
I do hope if you do have a drug addiction you get over it
but anyways
hope to read more soon
-kelly

Re: Hullucinations of Before (User Rating: 1 )
by InfinitePoet on Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 08:01:42 PM AEST
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I'am ecstatic to finally find A poet here sharing something that for A poet like myself is VERY real So Vividly daily real that i consider us sisters in a weird sort of way! Just know that you express yourself and what you're going through excellently!! I can honestly say I know and have been where your poem talks of! I go Daily! Please keep writing and sharing and never give up hope of getting out of the
Vicious Circle of it" Please read my poem i submitted 2~day !! You'll like it!!
Peace & Hugz!1
PepperMint Ki$$e$!~*

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