Cupcakes and Mistakes

Cupcakes and Mistakes

A Poem by dramamine

The cryptic thoughts haunt my decaying mind.

Like ghosts in the mist.

I long for the day when I feel something besides pain.

This life has played with me, I’m just a puppet at the mercy of my master.

They knit their s**t into my pitiful skin, they keep me in my chains.

Pissing on my dreams, hissing at my wishes to scare them away.

I was never sane.

Sticking needles into my brain.

Forever in search of my cocaine.

Letting the acid rain drench me.

Why can’t you see?

Don’t deny. Don’t lie. Don’t ask why.

Can anyone save us? Will anyone try?

Starving and forever in poverty.

Living in a cardboard cutout of society.

A lucid moment in the madness.

A witness to tragedy, a victim of insanity.

Braving the masses to find the light in the darkness plight.

The bodies in the streets, they’re killing me softly.

I beg for mercy only to be granted more misery.

We’re just a lost remnant in history, forgotten in time.

Looking for a sign that we will never find.

The weeping infant who you sell without their consent.

The pleading mother who you sentence.

The circle of hypocrisy.

© 2015 dramamine


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this is so intense and raw (as are all your poetry)... how many are out there in societies cardboard cut-outs (brilliant line by the way)? how many suffer when all they need is a hand, a little help? why do we wish to poke and prod the homeless, the abused, the emotionally and physically dilapidated? when all they ask is to be helped... sad but real for far too many... great write

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this is so intense and raw (as are all your poetry)... how many are out there in societies cardboard cut-outs (brilliant line by the way)? how many suffer when all they need is a hand, a little help? why do we wish to poke and prod the homeless, the abused, the emotionally and physically dilapidated? when all they ask is to be helped... sad but real for far too many... great write

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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