Ammunition.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about how I'm feeling about a few so-called 'friends' today. It' kind of confusing, even to me, but i hope you like it anyways.

Submitted: November 01, 2011

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Submitted: November 01, 2011

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Ammunition

Caught up
In double standards
In their hundreds
I can see now
Through your Perspex box
With it’s airtight lid
Bet you’re glad you hid

But you didn’t know how

I got that stab in the back
From a knife you kept in your pocket
With a handful of lies
That I can see in your eyes
Right before me
Clear

Stepping into a choking atmosphere
Claustrophobic snowglobe
Fast falling flurry
Dirt. Hatred.
Two rouge lines puckered
Beneath a flashing glare
Standards again
Things that make me laugh

Trembling. Teeming. Quaking.
Almost fear, almost excitement.
Nervous dragonflies
Buzzing in serene anonymity
Above coloured palettes and below
Downstairs there is a anticipating breath

A green monster lurks in the corner
Beside our upturned bags
Lurid and putrid, it stretches out from you
Leering at us.
Then it’s drawn back in
Ammunition.


I don’t like blinking through a red haze
It’s difficult
I want to escape.
Why be here when I can be over there?
Can’t you see me from up there on that high horse?
The water’s clear.

And when it begins to pass, all I see
Is your sugary face.
Makes me sick
I can still see your ugly bones
Trust, trust
Isn’t that enough?
It’s gone.

It comes fast
Blood and tears
Coming from you
Drawn from me
Drawn back in
Ammunition.


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