Addicted

Hearts racing in urban clutter,
Of bulging veins, and amphetamines,

Empty bottles of mysteries cried,
In too many versions of this story.

Abandon all reality, taking to the skies
and burying the promises and dreams

she had when we first met, on icy lanes
where we first shared our kiss.

Reaching into her heart and pulling
out any glimpse of nostalgia

Which remains in her hollow form.
I cannot complete her, I cannot even

Complete myself, on icy lanes,
Lemonade and ice-cream, toys

Of childrens playdreams, and truths.
I cannot even tell the time,

It was, when My heart surrendered
To the cause, and yielded my hopes.

But still she stands at my grave,
and clutches in her grasp, a glimpse

of everything we had, we were
glorious, and blazing in amber.

Forget it, leave it be, it is forgotten.
Never speak of me again.

Run as far as your legs will spin, little
child that age has forgotten.

I dont have a problem, I can quit
when i see fit, so run and hide,

And never come to this place.
My grave is enclosed not to be opened.

 

What a great read.

'urban clutter' and 'empty bottles of mysteries cried' and
'Run as far as your legs will spin, little child that age has forgotten' were my fave parts.

 

Thanks I just felt creative and wrote it on teh spot

 

Really liked this one it was very to the point and I really liked this bit " a glimpse
of everything we had, we were glorious, and blazing in amber."

 

Thanks Marquis, I love writing them

 

This was a very good piece. It invoked emotions that I have experienced. Wonderful thanx

 

Speaking from the viewpoint of One who has exceeded in every possible aspect of his physiological existance, I can say only this:

Never was there a better place to lay a broken shell than the welcoming bosom of our Mother Earth.

eMBeMLaHV!

 

osiris, you lost me a little....