“We are not addicts
We are experimenters
Sending hooks of smoke into our chest
To mine for the high."
Not knowing that the lowest valley
Was the most dangerous game
Played with at nights inside our minds.
"We are not addicts.
We are explorers.
Pushing unknown boundaries
Tested by countless before us who
never returned.
But we are different”.
Yes, my love. We are so different;
So different that when I overdose,
You say nothing. You only stare.
So different, that when friends call
Nobody knows of us
Of our secrets and our affairs.
"We are not addicts.
We are forgotten,
We are destruction,
A cataclysmic storm
Ripping our Earth in two."
We did not understand that we were never forgotten:
We lived on in memories, in pictures.
In a lullaby sung to the child we never had.
We were white roses stained with blood;
Purity soiled with our selfishness.
“We are not selfish.
Selfishness is to be an addict:
We are not addicts.
We are pressed flower petals,
Preserving a moment in time.
In the only way we know how”
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Author:
KR (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2018 08:08
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
A fine write KR. But a very dangerous experimenting and exploring.
I’m afraid I passed the stage of exploration long ago.
Well written and expressed
This is beautiful.
Can anyone tell me how to make it a favorite?
Click on the star on the right-hand side of the page to make a poem a favourite, El Pretzadente.
Thanks Orchidee!
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