Minute Of Decay

Minute Of Decay

A Poem by dramamine
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Just a poem, make of it what you will.

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Your cocaine filled heart. Falling apart in the minute of decay.

 Run away. Cast me astray. Betray my dismay. 

Our love dying in the minute of decay. 

The bouquet. The holy day. Standing on an overpass. 

Harassing the masses. Our love is poison. 

Frozen in the minute of decay. 

Make way. For a new dawn. Upon fallen pawns. 

Carry on. My dove. Concealing my love in the minute of decay. 

Fear. Shed a tear. 

Give a cheer for the lost and wounded. 

Lucid memories flow like a fluid. Where’s your cupid? 

The muted and polluted. The diluted and putrid. 

Slain in the minute of decay.  

© 2015 dramamine


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The true power of youth is being so close to the emotions the have faded in we the old. It is refreshing to be reacquainted with youthful thoughts and feelings, both the sad and painful as well as the pleasant and confusing. Thank you for shedding a light on my thought that had dimmed with time.

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The true power of youth is being so close to the emotions the have faded in we the old. It is refreshing to be reacquainted with youthful thoughts and feelings, both the sad and painful as well as the pleasant and confusing. Thank you for shedding a light on my thought that had dimmed with time.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting write. I really like your rhyme schemes..Thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


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dramamine

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I really appreciate it.
Stephen

9 Years Ago

No problem
You sound like you live in MY world.... Very good writing. Don't jump!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 31, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, life, death

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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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