Marathon

[[.Disposable Dweeb.]]

A/N: So I've had a pretty good summer, it was different from my regular lifestyle and I was introduced into an entirely new world. One that I'm not entirely happy with. The following poems will be showcasing my expirience with drug use and the user community, along with the emotion, and challenges I've faced. This is also to be read at a very specific pace, as it is meant to be a spoken word poem. There will be more to follow if there is a good response.

I thought I’d never have to be the one to say this,
But, I think we have a problem,
Used to be, we just got ******** up,
We just wanted to live, like everyone else.
I don’t think it ever crossed our minds that we were running.

I still don’t remember what we were running from,
Didn’t know if there was something to run to,
I still don’t know a lot of things.
Used to be, I had an answer for everything,
Used to be, we didn’t need the bottle,
But everyone’s got skeletons,
Some just have roomier closets.

And when Saturday fun changed,
Into Sunday’s cure for a hangover,
And when Monday was just too boring...
Our medicine was always there,
Unlike all those liars who promised to be,
Unlike god who heard our every prayer,
No, he wasn’t there either.
It was always easier to trust a pipe,
Pipes can’t tell stories, can’t sell you short.
We cared more for our high
Than most people ever cared about anything,
It was our child,
We wanted to nurture it,
Raise it,
Let it grow into something more,
We were now the proud parents of little blue pills,
Who were honour roll students when it came to problem solving,
But fell short at logical thinking.

We tried to grab our lives by the bottle,
Gram,
Ounce,
But then we realized that life wasn’t waiting for us at the bottom.
No salvation at the end of,
What seemed to be,
At the time
A never ending stream.
A marathon of non-sobriety,
Because being in touch with our lives
Meant being in touch with our pain.

Used to be, we never hurt this much,
Used to be, we still coughed when we smoked,
Felt sick when we drank.
Used to be, we’d place a wager on who could hold the booze best.
Not anymore though,
We were just breaking even.
Now we were the champions of our own fate,
Everyone knew that we didn’t care,
Except, that’s not true,
We cared,
Enough.
We cared enough to enter a marathon,
To continue running,
To find the finish line on our own time.

Used to be, we never ran from anything,
We were brave and stood up to our challenges,
But we found something that could do it for us.

Used to be, we knew that life was outside,
Waiting for us,
Not anymore though,
We’ve settled for finding what’s at the bottom of the bottle.
Settled for the idea that god won’t answer our prayers,
But medicine will always be there.

Used to be, we knew who we were,
Used to be, we just got ******** up.
Things aren’t the same anymore though.
And I never thought I’d be the one to say it,
But, I think we have a problem.  

[Serenity Reed]

Eee, I'm so bad at not-stories. XD
So, here goes:
This is nice. I can definitely hear it being spoken.
I'm really liking a few of the ending phrases, especially about logical thinking and roomier closets. Seriously, I can hear all of this.
"But, I think we have a problem."
Dude, I think you have the words.  

[Xahmen]

A THOUSAND LITTLE PIECES.
Sorry.

Anyways, I liked it, good flow.
Mostly sound natural  

[[.Disposable Dweeb.]]

Pt. 2

The Wall

I’ve heard that in every marathon,
You hit a wall,
The wall,
A point where you must make the decision,
How much do you want it?
Need it?
Would you die for it?

And here we are,
Backs against brick
Stuck between a wall of rocks,
And this hard place,
Full of past consequences and future mistakes,
Eying you,
Urging you,
To pass off the torch,
To finally face it...
It is inevitable.

We could have dropped out,
Of this race,
A long time ago.
We didn’t need to sign up,
We could have done the ‘safe’ thing.
But we,
We never really do,
Do we?

We were okay with an
I ******** up,
Shrug it off
Mentality,
In a few days,
I’ll be ready to come back to reality.
Or maybe I just needed you to challenge me more.
Or maybe the past is still staring me down,
As my back edges closer to this wall.

With the future just behind it,
Less important now than it will be in a week,
But none the less,
A threat to face alone,
And it is inevitable,
By the end of this,
I’ll be alone.


And now here we are,
As we wait for the wall to break down,
Or for our knees to buckle under the magnificence,
Under the weight,
of knowing that we built this...

And we’re left with but two options,
Fight... or flee?
Armed with nothing but this smoking torch,
And my running shoes,
I suppose I have a choice.
This marathon is coming to an end,
Soon.
Soon enough...
If I ever get past this wall.  

[Ninja Baby Blues]

Isn't it A Million Little Pieces?
These I could definitely hear spoken aloud, but I'd look for more of the 'bumps' if you will, in the flow of the 'marathon', more times where it was hard or something dictating how everything else fell away.
It kind of reminded me of the book (which I started reading but stopped because someone told me it was disturbingly disgusting and it was a person not normally perturbed by disturbingly disgusting things) but it's different in its own, very good, way.
Loved it!!!! Now I want to hear it performed xd