Love-Anemic

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Aug 2003 · 3 comments

I woke in bloadsoaked sheets with the scent of another overwhelming me every corner of my body was exposed and on display my memory of last night is faint i think someone may have left me this way i know it kills, but I crave it i know it hurts, but I savor it i ingest it though it makes me sick i'm love-anemic i'm at a loss for words i can't believe what I've become the poster child for self-destruction i long for the days when it was just me and a gun with no bullets aimed at my head that got me attention i know it kills, but i crave it i know it burns, but i yearn for it i ingest it though it makes me sick i'm love-anemic

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[10] J.B. Manning 20-Aug-03/12:58 PM Reply

This poem is great. If I were you, I would keep it close to me and maybe rework it a few different ways just to see where it takes you. It has the essence of a def poetry performance for sure!

[7] Shardik › J.B. Manning 20-Aug-03/1:07 PM Reply

You mean the deaf poetry slam on Nigger. B. O ? With Brussel Simmonoxymorons? Good lord that is flattering.

[7] Shardik 20-Aug-03/1:09 PM Reply

This is a lyric and it's barely a seven.