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Author Name: FreeAtrophiedRibbons 6 Comments
Date Added: August 10, 2008 15:08:11 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
Category: Rants/Venting Add To Favorites | Text Only
Bed Bugs.
To the curse of hope holding me here
Held hostage by fear 
year after year.
waiting for the sky to clear

Bed bugs biting
to the tune of babies crying
and the girl getting beat by her boyfriend next door

Incoming call. answered with a sigh
Mourning hello. but dreading goodbye
centipedes scrawl signs on my wall
and ghosts crawl up my spine.

I'm so drunk
and I don't even drink
I'm so high
and I don't even smoke
I'm so wasted
and that's the truth.

Author's Notes:
Hope is the enemy.
Keeping you tied to this world.
Tied down. Waiting for the other half of the bargain.
But it's just a lie. A cruel joke.
Like waiting at the diner for a date that will never show.

Back then I didn't have cable tv or the internet. So all day I'd lay there in my messed up room, on my mattress hanging half off the box spring, askew. And I'd listen to the next door neighbor's baby crying.
Listen to them argue.

One day they were really going at it. He was leaving. She was screaming. He went to walk away and she chased him into the hall. As he opened the door to step outside she hit him in the back. Before he even turned around she knew that she had made a mistake and ran to the corner, cowering. He beat her there, right in front of me, while I just looked through the peephole. After he was done he walked outside. She got up, despite the beating, and chased after him, begging him to come back. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

My grandma would call me every day. Always asking those same questions.
What are you doing? Nothing.
Who's there? No one.
Every day it just served as a reminder that I was alone. Utterly alone. 
Even though I know she loved me those calls killed me every time. Over and over.

My morals. My code. My actions.
in vain.
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Comment By: Freeshelbey on June 23, 2010 02:23:39 AM Report
This one, I really like it. I really like you btw.
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 16, 2010 10:44:01 AM Report
I like the impact this carries, the truth hurts and even more so with the despondency it goes hand in hand with~Graham.
Comment By: PremiumEric Siedzikowski on August 17, 2009 10:57:50 AM Report
good poem
Comment By: FreeWide Awake on September 1, 2008 07:26:34 PM Report
I'm giddy...:o)


Comment By: FreeZoila on August 10, 2008 09:00:35 PM Report
loved this write of painted us such a scene!..covered by emotions,truth,and honesty,..I agree with Alison, excellent! Even if it was in a sense sad and dark..but it was kinda raw, and that made it great to me..


Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on August 10, 2008 03:54:32 PM Report
excellent writing even if dark and depressing





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