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What's Behind You?

UnknownEmo
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I'll have to give this a shot to end my creative slump.

UnknownEmo
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What Do I See?

You said to look behind me
And tell you what I see
I'm afraid to turn around
Who knows what I might see?
It could be something staring back at me

I'm a schizophrenic
With my voices and shadows
You want me to face them
And end this constant battle
If I just faced my demons and look them in the eye
Maybe they'll leave me alone
And I won't have to cry

If these things already know my name
Maybe I'm just going insane
Deep inside this little game
I'm only calm when it rains

Taking the chance to finally see
How terrible can they be?
I turn slowly towards the door
Where my name is said in whispers
I only see a door

Thank God there's nothing more
Just a bag and gray door
Maybe I was imagining the whole thing
Everyone knows that I'm insane
I turned something simple
Into a non-stop idiotic mystery

MariahEatsBabies13
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The Old Me

As I sit hear on my couch
I look back and see my reflection in the window
I take notice of this person
Someone I don't even know
I try to look back even further
Trying to figure out where I went wrong
Remembering all my mistakes
Regretting each one of them
So many bridges burnt
All to ashes
Somewhat like my hopes and dreams
All because I lost my better judgment
And wanted to live rule free
Look where it got me ...
Reminiscing on the past
I realize now I literally smoked my life away
My memories lie within smoked stained glass
I can blame the shards for the pain
But I can't surpass the bitterness of reality
Life is what you make it
I may have lost myself along the way
But I can still make a change
It all starts with me

~ Mariah Dalli

MadameLavender
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Great entries, everyone!

Naidy
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i look behind me and see a mirror
in the middle of the mall, there is a mirror.
first thought that comes to mind
a horror movie has come alive.

i stare at the mirror,
what happened to my hair.
my huge ass afro, gone
like a field after its harvest.

scared shitless i close my eyes tight
hoping this is all a dream.
i slowly open my eyes and the mirror is gone...

with a huge sigh of relief,
i look forward again.
AND ITS BACK, THE MIRROR IS BACK!!!

silly me,
how could i forget
that i am a TWIN

(complete spur of the moment lol)

poet Anonymous

My life is slowly seeping
And my soul is slowly weeping
The addiction is slowly creeping
The aftermath needs sweeping

I didnít set out to be an alcoholic
Surprise, my only son was colic
Because of fetal alcohol syndrome
I managed to hurt one of my own

It was no surprise that Iíd turn out this way
My mother took me from my father one day
I never knew why and never was told
Right up until she became feeble and just too old

She took the secrets to her grave
And long ago decided there was a reason why I chose to misbehave
In a destructive, sadistic, selfish way
It was because I was ďmentalĒ like him, just like she would say

Looking behind me I see my bed
Where I spend most of my time and lay down my head
In the bureau I keep a bottle of elixir for the soul
And I drink it fast, afraid that it will be found or become old

I drink to excess every time I drink
I donít even give myself time to think
Just sit on the bed and get wasted most every day
There is nothing anyone can do or say

So what if I am killing myself slowly
I never said that I was ever holy
And it is not against my religion so far
At least Iím not passing out in a bar

When I was young, I used to go out to have fun
But it became dangerous; there were cops; I was on the run
Now I sit on my bed to get drunk
Whenever, usually always, when I am in a funk

Spiraling out of control; I learned years ago
That I had to keep myself hidden; that no place was safe to go
So I became a shut in, with a secret kept from all
I stay in my bed so I donít continue to fall

Most of the time, my head starts to spin
Oh how I love that feeling that alcohol gives
Now my mouth is giving a grin
But this is not how anyone I know lives

It is a beautiful bed, soft and king sized
Iíve soiled it many times, puke and pee reeks
Iím no longer attractive, and all I speak are lies
Welcome to alcoholism and my bed, where my addiction speaks








MadameLavender
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Great job everyone and thanks for playing!  Congrats all around!

poet Anonymous

Congrats Scarlett_A and thanks for digging on my entry.

High 5 Missy & MariahEatsBabies13!

ScarlettA
ScarlettA
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Thank You!!!!!! Xoxo

MariahEatsBabies13
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Thank you very much

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