Too Manic

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  1. TheInkwell

    TheInkwell New Member

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    Written for RSTL two seasons ago.. spruced it up a bit

    I am not a whole person, I am broken into grains
    Wind blew away parts of me that don’t remain
    My head is in a noose that my heart drew taut
    And my mind is scarred in ways that people should not
    Be...
    Slide down… from the wall to the ground…
    Knees to my forehead, fingertips form a crown…
    And now?... it’s the ending of this…
    One last clenched fist and then… hello bliss...


    Shut these eyes into slits like sliced wrists, I’m going home
    Embrace the ice kiss of steel tips, to ticks of a metronome
    I’m standing on the tip of a matchstick - with a sandpaper soul
    That I wear under my feet, got a habit of dragging my soles
    I can’t tread the slightest distance without suffering a fire
    My life’s been a wick dipped in kerosene, unraveling for a lighter
    A grenade that lost it's pin, Pepsi with many Mentos mixed in
    Unhinged from the hinges that creaked a lie whenever I grinned

    I’m on my way… ETA? End of today – go
    Transit is convenient when I’m my own scapegoat
    Blood trickles out like tentacles spreading down my skin
    Lapping up the perspiration and the spilled drops of gin
    With no training wheels or handles, life's cycle is vicious
    My ends and means have met, interlocked like french kiss
    With all my touted intelligence, in the end it's come to this
    And even if I had choices, I’d have nothing to weigh them with
    I muster up - half a grin at the hilarity of this predicament
    They say life's not for us to take, so I guess that this is petty theft
    I'm staining this house with what is left – dried out pen - scratched against
    Discarded paper, coupled with warm breath, til I'm broken in
    This will be a slow death......

    Daybreak... the sun creeped in through the blinds
    And shed a tear as it kissed my cheek for the first time...
    Goodbye
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  2. patrown

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    my theme song.. nice drop ink.
    enjoyed the dragged out scheme btw. hit the nail on the head.
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  3. TheInkwell

    TheInkwell New Member

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    thanks! the way i ended it still needs some work though.. feels rough
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    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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  5. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    ahh, I still remember my reaction to the written back then...some great lines here. I dig this one:

    I’m standing on the tip of a matchstick - with a sandpaper soul
    That I wear under my feet, got a habit of dragging my soles
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  6. LVDon06

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    Can't dig it that well without hearing it :)
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  7. Storyteller

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    This has good emotion and it carried through out. The wording g wad wellpresentwd and yoylnow where you were going with this mu friend nice read smoothness and this has a great twist nothing freshly baked but a new approach
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  8. TheInkwell

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    thanks for reading! and the feedback
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