i feel like im high, like ive overdosed on ecstasy..maybe
but i realize im getting high off your high, my high, our high
our high of riding this emotional rollercoaster called life...or are we really just riding death? ...no matter
why is it that everyone says we should be thankful to HIM for waking us up and living another day, when its really just a death sentece prolonged?
why, why is it that the only way we can really live is by almost dying? ? ?
poppin pills, sufficating, sliting wrists....
what is this? ? what has the world really come to? ? and will this be the end of a millinieum of peace and love, war? ? ? or is this just the beginning of a desensitized, demoralized nation? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought this poem was realy good but I don't like transitions that go from one mode to the other. I was really into the poem and then it seemed to change in the middle. I liked both, but I just couldn't give full credit. But the score is a good one because it does generate thought and discussion among readers. This is good and worthwhile. So the spirit of the poem has overwhelmed its shortcomings. Those of you at home, don't ever copy this form. GW62