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choose your drug
your brand
drift into *** with meaningless women
the bite of liquor
the tang of ecstasy

choose it now
you'll need a crutch

generation gone
face half-remembered
select it now

the deepest of wounds need to be covered
tonight

let your drug consume you
take you away

for one moment,
*forget
Comments?
You think you know somebody,
You let them in, the good and the bad.
Thinking nothings going to send them away
Thinking forever is what we had
You think you know somebody
And just like fireworks, his true colors start to show
Proving how wrong you were all along
You think you know somebody
You thought wrong my friend
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Jennifer Weiss
"You had better look after yourself."
I am not the one in need of help!
To turn an eye to the struggle turns me into something I am not.

An advocate,
A teacher,
A model, firefighter, ******, student, musician...
What am I missin?
What have I got?

Without material things... who are you really?
Do you know why anything sings?
Or that if we don't change we will suffer severely.
Do not fear the unknown.
Walk towards the dark until you know, shedding your energy like light, with you wherever you go.
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Lost Soul
while YOU'RE looking into the stars
I'm admiring your PERFECTION
IN the dark you're my light
MY eyes adjust to you
cause beauty is in the EYES of the beholder
 Jun 2014 Alethea
jim moore
Over you
 Jun 2014 Alethea
jim moore
The idea seems silly
Getting over you
Considering the fact
that I've never been under you
or you under me
for that matter
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Sometimes Ally
they tell you you'll get better
after you start the pills
but what if
just maybe
you dont want to get better
 Jun 2014 Alethea
betterdays
this i know.
without a skerrick of doubt.

if not for your hands,
holding gently, my fragile heart.

and our son's, trust and need,
giving roots,
to my runaway feet.

my vagabond soul,
                              would be, but dust,
                                   scattered, to the winds..

your heart... and his...are my anchors ....sturdy.
agin,
the present, malestorm.
that is my iconoclastic mind.
Sometimes I look at the veins
Sprawling through my arm
And down my wrist
I wonder how you
Got in there and
I wonder if
That's why
They're
Blue
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