Drugs, Love, and Talking

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Pinecone, May 24, 2006.

  1. Pinecone

    Pinecone Member

    I can never tell with the things i write... what do you think?


    I 've got plenty of time to be dead
    that's my drugs and love and talking
    but I dream a lot in bed some nights
    after i burn out all the lights
    I meet the people who i know and
    talk like i think they understand
    and then i wake up on someone's plate
    more time to lose control and oooh I just can't wait
    I've got nothing inside of my head
    that's my drugs and love and talking
    today I watched some christians sing
    just all about death coming
    but I had to wait there for a lady
    bringing gifts and hanging round maybe
    and I tell myself you always got to wait
    but i gave up when she was forty minutes late
    When I have nothing to say, I say it loud with my guitar
    When I have nowhere to go, I go with the beat in my chest
    I don't want to look like I'm somewhere to hurt someone
    but I can't hold onto cares when I look dumb to everyone
    fear tastes like scarecrows on my tongue
    while your words fly out fine
    my thoughts cower feeling safe above
    circling in my mind
    and sweating's not that bad to be a nobody out of eyes
    and melting's not that bad to be in blankets woven from the sky
    I hold my breath in cause this air's nice
    In thirty seconds I fall up into the lights
    I've got nothing inside of my head
    that's my drugs and love and talking
    every word that i hear feels useless
    coming in from minds all truthless
    And I think too late into night
    and sure i already feel alright
    but lets smoke clovers before the dawn
    flip on the porchlight and put sunglasses on
     
  2. lady_dreamcatcher

    lady_dreamcatcher Local Cannibal

    i can't put my finger on just what it is about this piece, but i really really like it! you have some excellent lines in here

    talk like i think they understand
    and then i wake up on someone's plate

    When I have nowhere to go, I go with the beat in my chest

    fear tastes like scarecrows on my tongue

    every word that i hear feels useless
    coming in from minds all truthless

    but lets smoke clovers before the dawn
    flip on the porchlight and put sunglasses on


    loved all of those! tee hee but i almost felt like the ending left me hanging... like i was expecting to read
    that's my drugs and love and talking
    again. *shrug* oh, well. that may just be me! really enjoyed this, man! tanks for sharing!
     

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