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Is that a challenge?
No really, I want to know,
I'm addicted to struggle and harsh words fill my syringe,
I dope up and then I'm ready to go,
Lost in a daze of hallucinations that won't stay, so I binge,
Praying this insanity never lets me go.
Is that a challenge?
I could quit any time I want,
but quitters never win and I'm winning everything,
Though I may lack the sophistication other junkies flaunt,
I am just as unpredictable as the real thing,
So I dare you, I double dare you to give me a taunt.
No really, I want to know,
I'm addicted to struggle and harsh words fill my syringe,
I dope up and then I'm ready to go,
Lost in a daze of hallucinations that won't stay, so I binge,
Praying this insanity never lets me go.
Is that a challenge?
I could quit any time I want,
but quitters never win and I'm winning everything,
Though I may lack the sophistication other junkies flaunt,
I am just as unpredictable as the real thing,
So I dare you, I double dare you to give me a taunt.
Literature
As The Rain Falls
Raindrops falling
Wash my makeup down my face
Pull my broken dreams into the sewer
Lightning strikes again my heart
Over and over
In the freak accident called my existence
Now I am limp, numb
And the pain I used to feel
Has swallowed me whole
And doesn't matter anymore
And now the only thing
I'm sure of is that
Nothing ever did
And now
Nothing ever will
Literature
The Rain
From far above
I tumble down
You don't see where
I've fallen from
I'm everywhere
But I am one
I cover all
With all my blood
I drizzle down
I hit the ground
I break apart
I am the rain
You all feel me
All over you
Then I dry up
I am the rain
You can't catch me
You can't hold me
I slip through your fingers
I could drown you all
I keep you alive but
I could drown you all
Anytime
Anywhere
I am the rain
Literature
The Garden
The Garden
A Short Story
Why is it always me in the middle seat? It's not like it's comfortable. Especially when the person to the left driving is a complete stranger and to your right is a relative you hardly even know.
On the black seat in the black car, fingers twisted around the perfectly square papers. Blue or Green? Blue for Bird, Green for Garden. Crane or Flower? Blue Flower or Green Crane? Blue is also water
No, that wouldn't do. Green Crane.
Slowly I pull out the green paper, but hesitate. How much time? I look up, staring through the window. Take a right past the tombstone store and there's two minutes left. Enough ti
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It is a really good poem and it is well described from the persective of an addicted Keep up the work!