As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
......
A fountain of pheromones, a bath in bleach,
Amorous anesthesia puts me to sleep.
Amoxicillin sex disinfects, leaving nothing unclean.
Cold, white, and sterile, like a hospital wall.
Find myself embracing paracetamol,
A creosote touch, but it's much more than just the usual call.
It leaves me wondering,
"What happens when poison expires?"
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“UNMASKED”
POEM 1 – EDEN IS HIS NAME
POEM 2 – HIM I COULD SEE
POEM 3 – NARCISSISM – THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK
POEM 4 – PARALLEL WAYS
THIS COLABORATION OF POEMS DELVES INTO UNDERSTANDING NARCISSISM, DRUG DEPENDENCY, AND A WORD FROM THE LIFE OF A DRUG ADDICT, FRIENDS AND DRUGS, THE REMIFICATIONS OF TAKING ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES, LOVE, FRIENDSHIP, AND LOVE ON HOLD, LOVE ADDICTION AND A SMALL VIEW POINT OF A MENTAL HEALTH PATIENT, LIVING WITH BIPOLAR EVERYDAY.
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They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
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Winter rolls in just in time to freeze my heart
Close my eyes and take me back to the start
Before the storm rolls in and black magic clouds my brain
Can’t help but wonder how long I can sustain
A corrupted heart, thoughts darker than the abyss walked
The remedy flowing through my veins, as I lose my ability to talk
Strolling through the valley of the shadow of death
Looking around and notice I’m the last one left
......
They used to boink ‘till she oink.
Now she wanna divorce;
Steal all the money from his bank,
And saddle up a different horse.
Kermit starin’ down a pistol point
Blank, head empty, sit and think.
His heart sank.
He just wants a baddie with which to get jiggy.
He don’t want no Pay Piggy.
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We stood in front of the toilet and waited.
You said you couldn't do it anymore.
She would be the perfect woman
But not your home.
Your home is there in the first booth
Your home is doing lines
You stood in front of the toilet and waited
I feel disgusted and
this pseudo-romanticism quite ridiculous.
......
As the blazing star resolves in the ocean,
The haunting echoes come out of hiding.
My trembling fingers long for the
blood-soaked glass slab to firmly
stroke my withering skin.
The slabs of my broken,
blood-soaked mirror,
sheen brighter than
......
The thing that makes people feel alive again.
The thing that ends up killing them.
How did we get to where we are,
America - the one undimming shining star,
A land of freedom, of unbounded pride
Where no one needed run and hide
For their religion or mere thought,
Democracy - the very heart of what was taught.
Now the Media drums a beat
That too many rush to heed,
Politicians seem at war
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