i slowly rise
head still fuzzy from the night before
what day is this hour?
what month is this minute?
am i talking aloud or did my mind just say it?
i forgot...
i've got to leave here early...
to beat the race against a battle i will never win.
i light up every time before i go
driving through barrels of smoke trapped inside my own car
or perhaps just inside my own head...
it's three a.m.
we're drunk, high, whatever- i think i remember having a good time
drunk off of my mother's vodka,
high off of my paycheck spent bag
and finally white snow fell upon my world.
i knew through all the days of high school
i would eventually fall into this strange world with the others...
others i sneered at,
others i laughed at,
others i promised myself i'd never be.
now it's someone else
looking in my direction, wondering where is Christine?
it took one entry through my little nose
flooding my veins like water through a hose
my squirmy brain
and useless thoughts
incessantly racing
making sense of nothing...
only feeling.
Author notes
Written April 6th, 2004
A contest entry
- Drug Addiction by isa.
300 points, ended April 13, 2004, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hey wow, i really like your entry. its what i was sort of looking for. good luck in the contest.
-Isa -
I remember having these thoughts so many times before. It was just suppose to be fun when I was younger. I wonder what happened? Great write. thanks for a gentle smile and a memory or two.
TD -
**dance**
this is really beautiful.
i know all of these feelings, used to do alot of this stuff...
and i especially liked this part:
my squirmy brain
and useless thoughts
incessantly racing
making sense of nothing...
only feeling.
(kinda shows what drugs i did, huh?)
*laugh*
very very good write!
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