stumble

By King_Crazy_Dave

It feels like I've been here before
I can see it in my eyes
like my chest is cast in lead and my veins are pumping butterflies
drunk on what I cant swallow
I'm topheavy with regret
diluting everywhere i've been until I am someone that I've hardly met

Have you ever held on to something selfish and you know
you've never been the type strong enough to let it go?
It's a hell of a paradox, trying not to get enough
feeding poison to your pet hawks pretending it will make them tough,
I'm always awake on purpose for fear of trying
scared the things i've yet to face will jump me where I'm lying
its a bipolar world
a leaky raft patched with contented sighs
ignoring that you're floating in tears you swore you wouldnt cry

and its my fault
I flip calendars like bicycles and face the clock with road rash
a dull flash
til my dreams resemble something like a plane crash
and rain laughs
when you're the last one in the dark
with the matches that you stole desperate just to get a spark
to burn your last dollar
and buy myself another chance to take
a trail of broken people leading up to who I'm next to break.

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Copyright 2012 clickpopsnap
Published on Monday, May 14, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: I felt every line and stroke of this. Having been somewhere similar... I don't want to know this pain.

  • A former member wrote: Dude. People break on their own. You need some down time. Ever hear of Slab City?

  • tallygrowsome On Saturday, April 27, 2013, tallygrowsome (9)By person wrote:

    i've met people as described in this poem- and they're never really sorry. they just don't know what else they're meant to do, or how to carry out alternatives. the people they hurt become (background noise). well written, 'specially the second and third stanzas.

  • A former member wrote: i was just talking about this...the choices we make to continue our own, sloggish pace in directions which we know are not right for us...and yet we burn that last dollar, we poison our hawks...indeed i did. i poisoned them. And it made them strong, yet they were poisoned inside, poisoned with the memories...if only i could take it back...excellent capture of such a topic as is rarely discussed.

  • A former member wrote: There's this weird comedic agony to some of your works. One blunt witticism after another. Hope you find your way back here soon. This is completely brilliant & masterpiece-y.

  • A former member wrote: I often see my teeth whimsically scattered across the interstate. Thank you for the bruises.

  • A former member wrote: dark wandering, self-loathing is. pretty in its crawl

  • lupus tenebrae On Monday, May 14, 2012, lupus tenebrae (872)By person wrote:

    You know, the rhyme scheme was so well implemented, I didn't even notice it the first time, I never stumbled on the words, ironically. Some hints of self-loathing perhaps? Perfect in this punishing verse. Thank you. Scholar

  • past tense On Monday, May 14, 2012, past tense (16)By person wrote:

    a walking tornado of contempt. of passive anger. i liked this.

  • elisa On Monday, May 14, 2012, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    quite the wake of carnage. love the journey. well said

  • A former member wrote: Amazing, stress=Awesome writing lol

  • Devilish On Monday, May 14, 2012, Devilish (2658)By person wrote:

    I agree with jaded freaking excellent. Scholar

  • Feral On Monday, May 14, 2012, Feral (87)By person wrote:

    The mortal hours of the morning.. you know how to make a ribcage crumble.

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