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dear friend, my insides are drunken
silentspring

dear friend,
 1
as it seems to be the way things go
 2
 
 
      hope sat in the back corner of a bar
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      silently downing a bottle of vodka.
 4
       and my courage could be found
 5
      precariously tipping off a barstool
 6
                        drowning in alcoholic wisdom.
 7
 
 
               morality forgot itself
 8
          left lying on the floor of a bathroom
 9
                    none too clean.
 10
            while surrender danced on tables
 11
               waving it's white frilly dress
 12
                          frantically.
 13
 
 
           fear was left writhing on the floor
 14
            desperate to dislocate from the
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                       last disaster.
 16
        this death, death just dusted off another glass
 17
               and pushed it my way.
 18
 
 
                   and as it tends to go
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        it took love, two pumps short of a beat
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              to regain conciousness
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     just long enough to swallow a bottle of pills
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         chased down with something
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             a little too potent.
 24
 
 
          i used to wonder why things fell apart
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        but how much more obvious could it get
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             my insides are lost in a bar scene
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                   too drunk to care
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             that im shaking in tremors.
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               perhaps this is mental
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                                        withdrawl
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(other two random poems)
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there used to be a reason
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tuck me into bed
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and hold me down with bindings
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of words you've said
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that stop me from retrieving knives
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and broken razors from the box
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i fill with tears.
 40
i still find bloody rags stashed away
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from a time when i couldnt
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use my words
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and i like to keep them altogether
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because my words still mean nothing
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but im trying to let yours
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mean life.
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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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deaf ears make words,
 49
difficult to hold meaning.
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and its been so many long days
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since difficult meanings
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were made into words.
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if i were to build a castle
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of sand and seaweed
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could you read the message
 56
imprinted across spires?
 57
some days i felt like i was
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pushing you from the path
 59
of too many buses.
 60
but now i miss making leaps for you
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and i could make more.
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but they would mean nothing
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to a deaf man.
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10 Apr 09

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comments anyone?
 — silentspring

wow.

maybe get rid of lines 16-17.
i find line 15 to be a strange way
of showing a schism but let it hang
in there...makes me see it as a
string of little deaths or the scars
on your wrist or stitches.

nice heavy thing making meaning.
: )
 — fractalcore

hate it. like always.
 — unknown

Unkown #1 your a douche.
 — unknown

its okay unknown#1 if you dont like it you needn't read it. or at least please keep the comments helpful if you want to insult it. if anyone would please critique it i'd be really grateful
 — silentspring

added a new part to the top. its a whole new poem. anyone care to comment and assist?
 — silentspring

hello?
 — silentspring

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