Well I don't know why I'm so open with my poetry.  Wish I wasn't.  It happens before I know it, then it's too late.  But maybe you don't mean just me.  Maybe that's what poetry is.  There are other reasons I don't send pics to Drew, but I won't go into it.

Should've known who that was.  Looks familiar.

Thank you, lotushead.  ;)

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I start with nothing
Slackdarity wins the race
for my dumbness
Then white lines
get in the way
and take over
Scraggle up my nose
into my brain
my right one
Fingers move
Cursor blinks just for me
Everyone loves me

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You make me brave
but I hate you.
I see what's happening here.
You give me what I want most.
Then I'm enslaved.
It's not like I'm free from pain
or that you make me beautiful.
You just give me the courage
to face what I can't on my own.
I get the picture, but I don't know
how to win the fight.
You're only a pill.

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You almost got to me twice today
but I resisted the third time.
It's Friday, my day off.
I wanted to have a good time;
had lots of things to do.
I wanted to enjoy the tasks
so, I gave in the second time.
The third time I thought about
everything I could have;
all the things I could do,
if it weren't for you:
visit my kids twice instead of once,
buy a new outfit every week
and my mom some roses.
I painted my nails, put on the
sapphire, aquamarine, and diamond.
At 8:30 I'll take a walk with Ryder.
If I resist you at 7:30
maybe I can buy a new ring
next month.
You're only a pill.

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I told you no the third time
Don't know why I told you yes the second
You're designed for one yes a day
But I let you have your way so much
more than you deserve
I should probably turn this upside down
and look at it
Like I'm abusing you
That's what a responsible person would do
You seem so powerful to me, though
I don't have the guts it takes to resist you
Life is easier, doing the mundane is easier
I have so much mundaneness in my life
Responsible me says poor pitiful you
Or is it judgemental me
Oh shit, I don't care
All I care about is living a normal life
I can't do that with you haunting me
in the back of my brain
like having sex under the covers
in a room full of peeps
I did that one time
Once again, hell, I don't care
Shitfaced capsule,
you're only a pill

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I really can't let go of you
of the vision, the hallucination
the psychoticism
I'd rather choose the way
of the insane
than to let go
of my pretending
that one scrimpy inch
of you spoke to me
about me, of me
but I swear to God
I'll never hurt you again

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2 and one half times today
I went through all the opening
and the closing of your little
white and green capsule
which looks so cheery and healthy
which really is not
but is deadly instead
I'll tell you this, big boy
I'm loosing myself from you
Everyday, I do a little better
on my own
You're just a pill
stuffed inside a capsule

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You have truly outwitted me this time
and I hate you for it. And hating this
much hurts.  Makes me cry and I
can't help it.  I wish you never
existed, that some idiot scientist died
before he could fully create you, but
then, someone else would have.
There are so many forms of you.
I remember when you first crept
into my life.  I was having a hard
time at work and after your first
visit, I could concentrate. I could
laugh. Enjoy my life.

Now you sorry son of a bitch,
you're ruining my life. And I
know all the shit about it being
my choice, but it doesn't feel
like a choice anymore. It feels
like I screwed my life up and
I can't go back and fix it.

Tomorrow is doomsday.
The day you die against my will
for 30 days. I put a darker
strawberry blonde rinse on my hair
Made sure my teeth were
still white so I wouldn't look
like a crack-head.

Funny thing, my head
feels like copper
My teeth like nicke
My body like weak tin
And in all that, you're
nothing more than a pill,
a sorry piece of shit.

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Here comes Jane
womanly but not a woman
a child but not childish
She has two eyes
but only one is friendly
and wide searching nuances
and 'reasons why'
wherever it can.
The other one is lazy
and by appearance, droopy.
The pupil in 'friendly eye'
is bigger than the one
in 'droopy' and is also the one,
that at about 4 a.m.,
shakes the hand of acceptance
with the 'disorder'.

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Great, C

d

Thanks Dax.  Not sure about it myself.

cheryl

I really can't let go of you
of the vision, the hallucination
the psychoticism
I'd rather choose the way
of the insane
than to let go
of my pretending
that one scrimpy inch
of you spoke to me
about me, of me
but I swear to God
I'll never hurt you again

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2 and one half times today
I went through all the opening
and the closing of your little
white and green capsule
which looks so cheery and healthy
which really is not
but is deadly instead
I'll tell you this, big boy
I'm loosing myself from you
Everyday, I do a little better
on my own
You're just a pill
stuffed inside a capsule


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dear Cheryl

your mount blanc is bleeding beautifully !


inkwell smiles
silent lotus


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