i didn't really hear a damn thing

i hear my dead friends calling to me
i'm hallucinating probably,
but i turn towards these abstract noises
to distract me from impossible choices-
walking, marching really
for some reason i can't feel my feelings.
glitter in her makeup
somehow reminiscent of stars
but in a pathetic sort of way.
i tell her i've crushed my crutches,
i lie and say i'm clean
but even i know nothing's dirtier then lies
and anyway
i'm a fiend of the worst sort
distortion of heavy metals
melt them into petals
we throw them away one at a time
we stay young and wonder
if we were ever in bloom.

Author's Note

an attempt at a return to form, ie; my first poem i posted on here was, i think, my best, and i wanted to try and get back into that style of writing. please compare contrast and let me know how i did. : ]

Reviews

[masie]

i like the style... well the fact its on the right side instead of the left lol
and how you can feel the guiltiness you describe about the lies. you really good at using descriptive words and really painting a picture of your/ the characters feelings.
its one of my favorites. good write babe

[Legion]

I found myself savoring the selfishness of this and the sadness. Not sure why, but perhaps I've lived this at one time myself. An excellent write. Worded wonderfully. Brilliant.