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Prescription

A Poem by Jason
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whatever it is...

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Be careful what you wish for

Because you just might be listed for

A distortion  of proof creating your end

And this is it, and this marks the true sin

Rape of a contradiction, and the truth holds the word

But the world holds the teeth of the mouth against the curb

And is ready to kick the back of the head of the knowledge

And knock the teeth out of those who feel they are held hostage

Serious contraversy, these pills aren't working....

I am serious working, on getting you to feel my hurting...

You don't see this monster you have created

You have seen the world, and decided that mine is better to be hated

But I am still at it, and wishing for the slightest chance of freedom

My brother ripped my other brother's head off while I was sleeping.....

Now please tell me what about this is truly free?

I just have no vision to see...., please peel my eyes, god d****t!  This isn't me

Nobody seems to understand, my hatred fuels my disgust

Similar to my faking might reflect on my realism, and show my trust

Once a loser, always a hater, once a masterbater then you are truly a savior

Of some sort of society, without a following, but holding flavor

Won't the real man rise and reclaim his bloody crown?

Couldn't the true addict admit that he was down???

Isn't he the greatest.....sniffer, upon a sticker patch...

And wishing he was a better sniffer, upon a thicker snatch

On again...and off again

I am filled with loss again

I'm tossing in my towel

Please tell me why we should deal...and how?

We should become the subject of denial

And put me on trial

I'm a serial killer upon a deal file

Ran a many, but never to show how many miles

Dead and desired

Ready and fired

Formed for a liar

Awaiting my squire

And here we are again

Hiding from sin

Praying for you to save us again

And I will not stoop myself to this level once more

Please rest, and sleep, and forget about me evermore...

 

© 2009 Jason


Author's Note

Jason
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woah. okay, so crazy flow you've got going on in this. i loved and hated reading this at the same time--cuz i couldn't stop reading and found myself reading out loud, but i wanted to stop because of the tone and lurching darkness to this. but it is rather good. excellent sounds. it might look more professional if you lost some of the "...'s" --too many makes it look like you, as the author, were unsure about yourself and what you were writing, but you don't need to be. great work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I like it, it pulls the reader in.
Different to what I am used to reading
But I liked it bunches.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woah. okay, so crazy flow you've got going on in this. i loved and hated reading this at the same time--cuz i couldn't stop reading and found myself reading out loud, but i wanted to stop because of the tone and lurching darkness to this. but it is rather good. excellent sounds. it might look more professional if you lost some of the "...'s" --too many makes it look like you, as the author, were unsure about yourself and what you were writing, but you don't need to be. great work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I like the way this flows. I am not very bright it seems to go over my head some. But I can tell it is a great piece. It is written like one. You may have to dumb it down for me in e-mail... lol. Sorry.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Jason
Jason

Across the potomac..., WV



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First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Jason, and I live in West Virginia. I am twenty seven years old and have been writing poetry, journals, diaries, and short stories since I was a very yo.. more..

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