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Love is great and hate is terrible but sometimes being stuck in between is a far worse place...

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A silent separation,

   Anxiety,

   narcotics of the soul.

   Interfacing madness,

   intercourse love and hate.

A thousand years of this debate,

   won,

   lost,

   drawn out between us in

      dire lack of interest.

Crazy!

   Why shouldn’t I? Couldn’t I?

      (Narcotics of the soul).

   No.

   No?

Seventeen years and a flower in her hair;

   (anxiety) can you sense her?

Chap stick or lipstick?

   Lips chapped in my mind.

A thousand years won,

   lost;

A silent separation

   when she said “yes”.

No.

No?

   Madness dances through her hair.

   Freedom?

   Incarceration dances in yours.

Say something…

   B*****D!

   Yes?

   No?

A thousand years to love and hate

   or sit in gray:

   Silent.

   Separate.

   Together once and always,

   (narcotics) hand

      in

      hand (of the soul).

Can I die at last tonight?

 

Author's Note

General comments are welcome.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

you can feel the emotions as you read this piece.
I have to say i could relate to these feelings
often times this misery of love/hate is what inspires great writing, intense emotions spilling out of our minds, our own psychology
I enjoyed this piece
i have used drugs as a metaphor to capture the intensity of the poem, often times it can be misunderstood.
I feel like it works in this one
nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Sally Edwards]

Wow Alexander, a powerful poem, such turmoil and I can understand what you mean about in between being worse.

[~*a beautiful disaster*..]

i love the inner termoil the fight that seems to go on between the mind and the soul. it reminds me of what goes on inside of me when im in the process of writing something new. great job.

[Niki]

wow such it seems like inner termoil i like it ^-^