Wasted

[RareForm]

~Next to the best part of my life
I closed my eyes to think about nothing.
Seemingness substitutes stain my stagnant whatever.
Blotched memories of anything but dreadful circumstances.
The cronies have unearthed their intentions to dismantle.
To shed a tear would be to rain on circus clowns.
Friction isn't a factor, I'm too slippery to carouse.
Transfusions of guilt, hope, desire.
Once having the ability to elude the asphyxiation.
Here I am, There I go, There I was.
The melodies play themselves out, as if I were still listening.
The light eats through the door, past a million, and shines on me.
Maundering past every collective soul I encounter.
~I was born, I was alive, and now I'm dead.

 

[cherub]

Once again your words slow so smoothly and gives an imagery that almost like being on drugs i have to say hehe sooooo that is pretty dayum good

enjoyed it!

 

[StuffedTiger]

I like this poem, I think your complex language makes an interesting juxtopostion with the subject of the poem; the beautiful fascinating point of inertia in which life exists....

 

[Altered_Soul9]

I got chill bumps my man. This poem touched me within and made me realize something very important. I am greatful for having read this. Very Nice.,

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Seemingness substitutes stain my stagnant whatever.

So good!

 

[KaideAlike44]

this is such a strong piece. enjoyed it.

 

[up all night]

^ Strong is a good word. It's amazing when a poem can bring a new image to the mind with every single line. You have a gift.

 

[aliasgrace]

wow. This is definately high on my list of your favorite pieces. Your way with words astounds me. Wish I had your talent!

 

[E-girl]

nice wording!

 

[faceless_shadow]

"Here I am. There I go. There I was." .....damn i really like this piece alot