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Nirvana by Elizabeth SeagoInhale
The toxins this body craves.
They've made their mark,
They've made their mark.
Sweet symbiosis.
Ecstacy.
Euphoric state of mind.
Light me up, lift me up,
I am a hot air balloon.
I am nothing without
This sweet fire.
Charcoal headrush.
Pass elegantly through these
Filthy lips and
Make me
Whole.
Pristine Nicotine
Set me free
Set me free 03/02/2007
Posted on 03/02/2007 Copyright © 2025 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/03/07 at 02:49 AM i think the repetition in this poem REALLY sets the tone and grabs the reader. i like it...and i think it sucks your thoughts all in like a big vaccuum. i am not a fan of smoking, but i feel like this poem is about so much more. negative people can be cancer...this poem has the potential to be one very powerful analogy...i think it's simplicity is beauty and once again the repetition sets the stage for making crucial points. so nicely done es. ;D |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 03/05/07 at 02:25 AM sadness. once i think i experienced a nanosecond of true nirvana when I was trying out meditation. I've been trying to achieve the feeling again ever since. |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 03/05/07 at 02:51 AM a beautifully adapted crave for sweet poison of negligence.
nirvana is an interesting title for this, as you see it conditioned by whatever you want to call todays lifestyle.
atleast you see it, and i admire that beauty about you. |
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