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a place for poetry
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Youth.
You're burning your candle at both ends.
Slow down, little one.
The indispensable joy ride won't last.
Too many inner-city dreams.
The reckless ocean waves you ride are unsteady.
Slow down, little one.
Okay...have your fun.
Live it up baby.
Paint your way to the top.
Beatiful art for all to adore cherish observe.
You're creating beautiful things.
You're a wreck.
Live it up, baby.
You're too young for fame.
But you're famous now.
In the publics unyielding eye.
Are you happy now?
Happy with the criticsm envy betrayal imitation.
Happy with the pseudo-love worship drugs sex.
Don't forget to eat or sleep.
Live it up baby.
Live till it hurts.
You're lonely restless hungry for new things.
New experiances.
But what have you done to yourself?
You weren't strong enough.
You're falling.
Razor blade nightmares in Technicolor.
Falling fast.
You wanted it.
Drive them all away, screaming.
Tortured by self-mutilation.
They aren't destroying you, little one.
You're destroying yourself.
The sea waves are churning,
Waves crashing,
Pulling down.
Down away farther.
Just breath for me baby, please, please breath.
Wake up.
Breath.
Wake up and breath,
Please.
He never knew what hit him.
And it hit him so hard.
Crash and burn.
Wandering the city slum streets at dawn.
Shadowed eyes looking up.
Aching for a fix.
Feet planted to a tired sidewalk.
I've seen you before.
"What are you waiting for, little one?"
You were great once.
"The sun."
But why?
"If it rises again, then so can I."
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