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Chemical Kids
We snorted our dignity through dollar bills
Our only peace was popping pills
Needles hit veins with dead hearts blood
So we'd pump our arms up for some love
Powdered mirrors served for dinner
Glass rose light bulbs she used to shimmer
Sexy shadow mouth glow stick X slide in
Saturated senses tingling chemical kids skin
Strung up and out scarecrow guards our seeds so they grow
Corncob crackpipe and arms tied to a .5 cc post
Under the shadow he casts, our wilted rotten crop
We pick the dead flowers now cuz they're all that we've got
Our only peace was popping pills
Needles hit veins with dead hearts blood
So we'd pump our arms up for some love
Powdered mirrors served for dinner
Glass rose light bulbs she used to shimmer
Sexy shadow mouth glow stick X slide in
Saturated senses tingling chemical kids skin
Strung up and out scarecrow guards our seeds so they grow
Corncob crackpipe and arms tied to a .5 cc post
Under the shadow he casts, our wilted rotten crop
We pick the dead flowers now cuz they're all that we've got
Published 20th Jun 2011
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20th Jun 2011 9:43pm
like, like, like it. Great imagery! Pumping up arms for love and powdered mirrors for dinner, how poetic!/flyric
21st Jun 2011 5:36am
thank you, this as well as most of the poems I'm posting as starters are ones inspired by a much darker time in my life, while much of its about my own experiences there are also various parts that were observed occurring in friends and "friends" lives, one of the more serious events is my friend who started out learning bad habits from me but eventually got out of control and has overdosed multiple times....actually when I wrote a piece that involved him he had od'd twice but never really seemed like he came back to life after that...and unfortunately what was a metaphor actually came true and a third OD came...It's hard to think about my friend, as much as I care for him and wish him the best its hard to accept his decisions and try to be a friend and support him while I have to watch him keep literally...dying. Its too bad I cant upload images with the poems, I had some pretty interesting imagery for some. Thanks for the comment.
Anonymous
21st Jun 2011 6:03am
what do you mean you can't upload pix or vids? You can here! You have to go to the edit button on the top of your poem...and from there you can add multimedia! I would love to see what imagery you could attach to this lovely piece!
21st Jun 2011 6:10am
wow I completely missed that tab! Alright, I'll start working on that, thanks :)
21st Jun 2011 10:05pm
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