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Pink Lemonade
~digging, digging, and digging for drama
until realizing I dug my own grave~
I’m swimming in the River Styx
trying to fight the current
seeing a hand reaching out
getting pulled down, down, down
closing my eyes in acceptance
letting the flow take me away
imagining sipping pink lemonade on hot summers day
opening my lids to see a cold winters storm
the perfect metaphor for we don’t all get paradise
suddenly I find myself in a junkie’s home
getting higher than I ever had before
feeling my heart start to slow down
the fix doesn’t work like it used to
this drug felt so much like love
but it was pure unfiltered lust
making me twitch when I’m without it
trying to redefine sobriety for my own normality
holding on to, maybe one day
until realizing I dug my own grave~
I’m swimming in the River Styx
trying to fight the current
seeing a hand reaching out
getting pulled down, down, down
closing my eyes in acceptance
letting the flow take me away
imagining sipping pink lemonade on hot summers day
opening my lids to see a cold winters storm
the perfect metaphor for we don’t all get paradise
suddenly I find myself in a junkie’s home
getting higher than I ever had before
feeling my heart start to slow down
the fix doesn’t work like it used to
this drug felt so much like love
but it was pure unfiltered lust
making me twitch when I’m without it
trying to redefine sobriety for my own normality
holding on to, maybe one day
Published 12th Dec 2016
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12th Dec 2016 8:04pm
Sometimes I don't quite understand your poetry...
Having said that... I love this one, it's unique!
P.S. Craving pink wodka now ;-)
Having said that... I love this one, it's unique!
P.S. Craving pink wodka now ;-)
12th Dec 2016 8:13pm
lol, yeah I guess it was more meant to be confusing. It's supposed to be the feeling of being torn between lust and love. Lust feeling wonderful but also bad for you like a drug. Love not always feeling like paradise.
I have a weird mind 😜
Thanks for enjoying 😁
I have a weird mind 😜
Thanks for enjoying 😁
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12th Dec 2016 8:19pm
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13th Dec 2016 6:46pm
Thanks ^^
I like that people have to re read it. :-)
It reminds me of when i was in school and had to re read some of these older poets. Trying to figure out the meanings.
I like that people have to re read it. :-)
It reminds me of when i was in school and had to re read some of these older poets. Trying to figure out the meanings.
Anonymous
12th Dec 2016 10:26pm
Love this one.
Crazy enough ....I seem to understand the depths of it.
Love/lust...tend to align, while walking that tight rope. Only realizing after the high comes down, what the difference is. And the difference is great.
Great ink 💓
Crazy enough ....I seem to understand the depths of it.
Love/lust...tend to align, while walking that tight rope. Only realizing after the high comes down, what the difference is. And the difference is great.
Great ink 💓
13th Dec 2016 6:50pm
Takes a loon to know a loon ;-)
Yes, the difference is a moment of passion, or a lifetime of care.
Thanks my lovely friend ^^
Yes, the difference is a moment of passion, or a lifetime of care.
Thanks my lovely friend ^^
13th Dec 2016 4:49am
Interesting poetry, really makes the reader think on the meaning behind the words, not the usual predictability that most poetry gives us. It's nice to read something different...
Thanks ^^
A lot of the lines are about the feeling of lust. How it feels great, but it can be a drug. Reminding myself that love isn't always perfect but lust can be a killer for sure ;-)
Different sounds good to me ^^
A lot of the lines are about the feeling of lust. How it feels great, but it can be a drug. Reminding myself that love isn't always perfect but lust can be a killer for sure ;-)
Different sounds good to me ^^
