Corrective CollectiveA Poem by AnekaBPoetryhttp://spacetrashpoetry.weebly.com
My mind's a smoker.
Cigar and spliff-toker And a Moonlight joker An addict at times Shootin' H, snortin' lines In bad moments it rewinds Complicated enough Treating reason too rough Though I swear it's still love! Domestic violence of sperm Used to hold up my perm Yes My mind is a junkie Isolation for kicks Holding issues responsible Get more glue, so it sticks. I want out And dumb down And stop wearing this Dumb crown My Pretend frown. I hate your happiness For lying To my loneliness. I want your phoniness To let me know I'm Oh so blessed. And then my failures Are yours. Unequal, of course. And no room for remorse. Where's my Highhorse, to take me up the Borderline And cure my helpless, restless mind? © 2011 AnekaBPoetry |
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2 Reviews Added on September 8, 2011 Last Updated on September 8, 2011 AuthorAnekaBPoetryLoxstedt, Niedersachsen , GermanyAboutI am a person with a lot of words floating around in the brain, that are usually in desperate need to come out in some way. I have found myself trying to get recognized for what I need and have now .. more..Writing
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