I'm taking a vacation in suspended animation while I count the constellation of scars on my arms.
Letting my body tear apart
while becoming a work of art amongst the stars that are in the sky.
I'm swimming with the drugs in my thoughts through tangled lines of alibis and burning lies
all bind together with a tethered rope.
Life is a joke,
but sometimes it feels like I'm the only one choking on the smoke while you're all breathing hope.
Day and night
The nightmare is alive inside my woke
I toke to cope
with hopes I float away and never come back again.
The gun is in my hand,
I'm loading the bullets.
I'm taking the fullest advantage
before it's the nightmares that manage
and I am kicked off of the planet.
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Author:
Oddity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I think too much and dream a lot about the past. Nostalgia is a constant thing I can\'t seem to shake so it became a nightmare, but over the past year I\'ve gained a new perspective on life by writing. Now the pen in my hand is my weapon and my words are the bullets I use to battle the nightmares.
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Comments2
Very descriptive, it's a good read.
Wonderful write
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