Stop, drop and repeat

by uppercase   Oct 14, 2007


Burning embers hug these shoulders that used to have a shirt to keep social standards.
In flames, my body starts to rot of charcoaled flesh which hasn't started pushing up daisy's.
Stop, drop and repeat; drown my flames in Vaseline. I'm not sure which is easier to use.
Maybe when I'm not wallowing into favors or mascaraed invitations. I'm caring my bluffing face.
If I play my cards right I might just be able to fold and win the money; perhaps its the other way around.
From the left to the right; my legs will lunge straight into what we call reality.
Snapping my ligaments and dragging my feet in the mud; reality wasn't ever easy to comprehend.
Alone with my back facing my audience; if only stage left could be my easy way out.
I'm collecting dust on the mantle with all of your other rewards; It's just another moment to mention you.
If I wanted to be saved; I'd have my hands open, but we both know I'm preoccupied with the stage fire.
Screaming to create more of a problem, they said fighting fire with was going to work but it only made a residue of my stench
Not meeting rock bottom but just drifting the rest the way to the bottom, where I go no one ever knows.
Recognize and collect my dust into a jar, but then you realize I don't really care.
While playing truth or dare, everyone laughed until you said dare.
Love to stay around, but fire has me burning for another chance to get out of reality.

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  • 17 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    You had me at the first line with this one.
    I kept reading the poem over and over.
    A wonderful write, Steakbutt.
    Overall Rating: 5.5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Teria

    Last sentence is amazing, just as the rest.
    You know those poems that have like one amazing line in them? And, you just fall in love with it and drool over it.
    Well, that's your poem darling. (:
    ILOVEIT.
    Keep it up.

    Or else.