Hey all...
I've been kinda under the radar for a bit...but always lurking...anyways, i wrote this poem for my gf, and i thought i would share it. Don't judge <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> I've had issues with substance abuse <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">
there will be a time
when all of this washes away...
whether in oil or soap,
thick or clean with emotion
it musters in your brain
like a mini gale force thought
quick in it's formation,
but none the lasting
and you tend to wonder..
these thoughts
are they really yours?
I used think clear
It all used to make sense.
Straight and forward...i saw the end.
Before the temptation.
If i was to say this was my final will,
My final testament, would you believe it?
Doubt I would....
But what if i was serious, and the thoughts of change
became reality...
how surprising, how amazing.
i am so sad, and no one sees it
I smile...and people smile, and in the back of my head
The realization that i am dying...
is there, always.
I do love. Oh how i love.
Honestly, if i was to change, to be a martyr.
who would really notice, except for myself?
does anyone really realize the effort it takes to truly
push the bounderies of fate, of life?
death at 21, life at 27...and so and so it goes
I feel so alone. but really, I am getting ****ing sick of feeling alone
So here goes,
One more drink to you,
One more smoke for myself,
it took me 27 years to realize that I am not dead
and i will not leave you,
i Will not stop fighting for you.
I will not rest, until i am satisfied
that i have done everything
humanly possible
to be with you
forever
so here it goes,
on last drink for you,
one last smoke for me
and the promise
that this is it
my ode to cf
go **** yourself...and find someone else to kill
I've been kinda under the radar for a bit...but always lurking...anyways, i wrote this poem for my gf, and i thought i would share it. Don't judge <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0"> I've had issues with substance abuse <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">
there will be a time
when all of this washes away...
whether in oil or soap,
thick or clean with emotion
it musters in your brain
like a mini gale force thought
quick in it's formation,
but none the lasting
and you tend to wonder..
these thoughts
are they really yours?
I used think clear
It all used to make sense.
Straight and forward...i saw the end.
Before the temptation.
If i was to say this was my final will,
My final testament, would you believe it?
Doubt I would....
But what if i was serious, and the thoughts of change
became reality...
how surprising, how amazing.
i am so sad, and no one sees it
I smile...and people smile, and in the back of my head
The realization that i am dying...
is there, always.
I do love. Oh how i love.
Honestly, if i was to change, to be a martyr.
who would really notice, except for myself?
does anyone really realize the effort it takes to truly
push the bounderies of fate, of life?
death at 21, life at 27...and so and so it goes
I feel so alone. but really, I am getting ****ing sick of feeling alone
So here goes,
One more drink to you,
One more smoke for myself,
it took me 27 years to realize that I am not dead
and i will not leave you,
i Will not stop fighting for you.
I will not rest, until i am satisfied
that i have done everything
humanly possible
to be with you
forever
so here it goes,
on last drink for you,
one last smoke for me
and the promise
that this is it
my ode to cf
go **** yourself...and find someone else to kill