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My Chaotic Life - 2. H.R.S.A.

Have you ever wondered what the dormouse really said?

Let me take you to this place inside my mind
Broken feelings angry thoughts I've kept inside
No sugar coating here just visions of denial
Come to this place let it goand stay awhile
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity

Colors line the sky like red and darkest black
Look deep inside and see the reasons I held back
If all the hate I have are answers that I lack
Know this pain is true I'm always on attack
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity

See the mirror there covered with rails of white
Like Absinthe it's the drug to achieve second sight
Eyes of red mixed with blue haunting me each night
Nothing here but this tattered boy in pale moonlight
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity

Memories of twelve years old are ones I never face
Trace my scars drink the tears time can not erase
I was put here by a father and left in this place
Recalling bite marks with visions of a dick I still taste
Come with me
Ecstasy
Stupidity

On second thought stay away from my broken mind
I don't want you here no more why'd I let you inside
I think I'd rather stay alone and feed my denial
It might be cold and lonely but I know I'll stay awhile
Go away from me
Ecstasy
Stupidity

Copyright © 2017 Jason Rimbaud; All Rights Reserved.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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AC Benus

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If I interpret your meaning here, I can relate to a few 'e-heads' I have known over the years (and no offense to anyone). But after the highs, I have noticed a marked edged to their personalities that only seems to grow more pointed the longer and longer they played with the stuff. As I say, I may have the thrust of this poem wrong, but it makes me think of them, and of 'that.' Thanks for posting 

Edited by AC Benus
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Jason Rimbaud

Ecstasy was never my drug of choice.  I had a love/hate relationship with cocaine and a straight boy named Mark.  That being said, one of the reasons I love poetry so much that the reader can relate to it on a level that the author never intended.  

 

Thank you by the way, I had forgotten that I posted these two pieces here.  All of my work is posted on the now defunct  Author's Haunt.  

I think this link works if you are interested in checking them out.  

JasonLanc

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