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Citalopram

lifeless cigarette butts
burn naive feet of passers by
irony stings my sole
as bold letters grace my eyelids
cancer

past grey ward
to monochrome street
tyrannical pylons rule overhead
kingdom of clouds seep
slashed with black lines

the clock tower strikes
its time still irrelevant
beauty fades with passing seconds
smile drips liquid down my chin

love
this encompassing feeling
gorging, consuming, devouring
scorching sterile packaging
with disapproving stare

so its come to this
small, white, round in my palm
swallow it down
bitter wish to be normal

by Selene
posted on 11/09/2009

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Comment by Telemachus: Nov 11, 2009 2:17 pm

Love the stung "sole" - clever. Monkey is write - is booful. It has more depth on each reading.

Not sure where I stand on the pill question - every situation is different (talk to your doctor to see if normal is right for you)

Comment by ChickenFingers: Nov 9, 2009 5:06 pm

i love this poem! Open smile

but, what's the meaning behind the title?

Comment by ChickenFingers: Nov 9, 2009 5:07 pm

i love this poem! Open smile

but, what's the meaning behind the title?

Comment by ChickenFingers: Nov 9, 2009 5:07 pm

i love this poem! Open smile

but, what's the meaning behind the title?

Comment by niallhybris: Nov 10, 2009 5:11 am

is this about taking drugs when on a night out?
if so, ive never seen that topic expressed so artfully and beautifully

Comment by monkeyboy2416: Nov 10, 2009 6:23 pm

I always found wards to be the colour of pus...an ugly cream tone.

That's hardly the point though, this is beautiful.

tyrannical pylons rule overhead
kingdom of clouds seep
slashed with black lines
(Brilliant)

Sometimes small, white and round is the lesser of two evils.

Comment by grunty: Nov 12, 2009 4:03 pm

I tried Prozac at one point.
But it just made me mean as hell. And slightly more insane.

So, I have made friends with the voices.(Mostly)

This poem is awesome. I agree with the Monk about the quote.

Comment by PrettyOdd: Nov 12, 2009 6:03 pm

Wow. This is ridiculously beautiful.

I can't even find the right words to tell you how much I love this.

It's wonderful.

Comment by Brandon: Nov 12, 2009 7:44 pm

The word "normal" must have the most meanings of all words. Through all of your works, you have given us a glimpse into who you really are. I hope that there is no pill that will blur the edges around you. This was a thought provoking piece. Thank you for sharing.

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