High on the drug of distraction
Tis my genre of satisfaction
Our time is rusting and captioned
Only i make my own faction
Call me selfish and name me corrupt
Call me today and i’ll answer you mutt
Tell me i’m young and tell me i’m old
Can’t make decisions because i am alone
First it’s a day,then it’s tonight
First it’s one time,then it is twice
Firstly you’ll say you’re alright your own
Then you’ll be connecting your heart through my phone
High on the drug of satisfaction
Tis my genre of distraction
Am i so young or am i too old
Can’t make decisions- i am a cyclone
Spinning and spinning in the circle of life
Buddha,bermuda, what belief is right
Time,it is rusting
I was right to be scared
But i won’t pick up the phone to be high instead
Only i make my own faction.
Its time to put away the distractions.
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Author:
marissa (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Make what you will of this poem, personally, it is about wasting time.
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Comments4
You make time a poetical distraction !
Time is a symbol,it’s man made and it’s cruel!
There are rhyming lines that remind me of how my mind wanders. Nicely written
thank you so much!
You are most welcome
Wasting time is the new doing something.
In saying that, she just said she's wasting her time being with me, bloody women.
your flow is nice and easy to read, and the poem deff is deeper than just wasting time at least to me. great job
Definitely has a little more meaning to me also,i’m glad it resonates with you in your own way,thank you for reading!
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