straight-edge kids

[barefoot raver]

don't say you couldn't be me.
you've never even tried
never felt yourself suffocated
by the need to exist.
but i have.
and i wanted to breathe air that didn't taste like
chalk.
i wanted a life that would explode in my face.
wanted to belong to the music.
wanted to feel my blood pumping through me
instead of just trusting it was there.
*i wanted to fly.*
and i saw a new world.
a throng of shiny people
reaching for the light and breathing air
that tasted of rain.
so i succumbed to the only true drug pusher there is
--the mind.
and i sold my soul for a hit of existence.
(i have not come back down.)
and suddenly i was shiny, too.
suddenly i could dance.
suddenly the rooms were filled with light
and it was a part of me.
suddenly the stars were falling from the sky.
just so they could touch me.
you may have been happy.
you may have been complete.
but you've never seen the world the way i have
through the pink-frosted window panes of ultra-reality.
you've never known what it's like
to put your lips to the mouth of this life
and suck for all it's worth.
and you've never felt that rush
that rush of ecstacy
that comes when someone touches you and you know for sure that you are god.
(but i have.)
oh, yes.
you could be me.
or i could be just another straight-edge kid.

 

[harraser]

ohhhh to be a raver....
I went to my first rave the other day and I loved it,at home I listen to metal and I cant stand techno but the vibe there was too much for me to stay away.....maybee Ill give you a braclet one day

 

[greyspace]

while I'm not usually much for ecstasy-is-great poems, and I'm all about letting people be as straight edge as they wanna be, I really, really, REALLY liked this.
beautiful images - part of me wants to print it out and give it to my friends that look down on my drug use

this part really got me:
never felt yourself suffocated
by the need to exist.
but i have.
and i wanted to breathe air that didn't taste like
chalk.
i wanted a life that would explode in my face.
wanted to belong to the music.
wanted to feel my blood pumping through me
instead of just trusting it was there.
*i wanted to fly.*
yes, yes, yes.

 

[barefoot raver]

i'm all about letting people be as straight-edge as they please, too. i'm definetely not promoting drugs here. and this isn't really an ecstacy-is-great poem. it's more of a the-way-of-life-i-discovered-through-raving-is-orgasmically-beautiful poem. but of course, i put my words on public display, which gives you free reign to intrepret them anyway you please.

that's the beauty of poetry. i just want to make it clear what my meaning was. anyway. thank you for your very nice comments.

 

[liljulz]

I LOVE this also! You have a great talent I hope you keep posting here so I can see some more. And I have been suffocated by the need to exist, it gets frustrating.

 

[Noodle]

{{{barefoot raver}}}

 

[twiddlebug]

fantastic!
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twiddlebug
"it sounds like it's having an hallucinogenic effect, not like a drug which is harmful and wrong, and just say no kids, but spacey nonetheless"

 

[libertyman323]

i must say that this is a truly great poem.
great.
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-brendan
AIM: raypeee
"we always did feel the same, we just saw it from a different point of view"

 

[E-girl]

so i succumbed to the only true drug pusher there is
--the mind.

how true.
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E-girl
IM: tiggersgurl2067
Find one person you can count on forever, one person you can love forever, and one person you can be with forever... and if you're lucky, it will all be the same person.
"Live for the memories."

 

[yoUr bLiSS]

my favorite line:
suddenly the stars were falling from the sky.
just so they could touch me.

 

[RavinRaych]

mary, you know that i think all of your poems are beautiful,(you should post some more) just like you. and my fav line that is in this is
quote:
and i sold my soul for a hit of existence.
...yeah, that's one of those lines i have memorized.

I love you (you're tbe greatest friend i've ever had.), keep writing, and sharing..
plurr
love always
raych baby
ps...I know what this poem makes me feel, this poem isn't about ectasy (the drug), it's about feeling life,(differently than what you've ever known to be real...)and maybe that is a feeling of ecstacy