I think It was Nebulaz who said Untitled is a Tittle

[Bhitiah]

Dark Alley's
Become
Busy Intersections
In a world where
Hiding it
will get you caught.
Su••••ion raises
questions on
innocent minds
as they intertwine themselves
in messy underground,
activities draining themselves
from cul-de-sac's where
our children play
hide-and-go seek...
It seems
the ones not looking
are the ones that are
found.

I've seen it all
been apart of it,
bruised palms
from clenched fists
holding onto
peices...
with nothing left.
From losing myself
Friday night
to finding myself
Tuesday Morning.
A hangover
3 days in the making
Silencing withdrawals
Breaking Edges
and rounding out
other people's point's
to suit my needs...
I need no introduction
to Survival
No Intervention to
Recovery
Life has wedged itself
between my fingers
as my clenched fists
become open hands
slapping reality upside the head
knowing that
rock bottom is,
kind of cushy...
I'm more than comfortable

I'm a little afraid
Mostly, of myself
I wake up
in cold sweats
shadow's from
hung clothes
remind me I'm
alive
as my heart
pounds out of my chest
and I could make
a list
of regrets
At this point,
They'd mean little...
If not nothing..
I wait
for my eyes to adjust
to notice the
absolute ridiculousness
of my paranoia..
As I get up to
Check on my kid's Anyway...
I think I'm
the only one who
worries about
not being able to breathe,
while breathing..
I light too many ciggarettes
in a row
To know what breathing
without nicotine
feels like...
I've made mistakes,
I've done nothing to correct them
made most of them twice...
Forgive myself? Never
Forgave, Too easy...
Blame nothing
on anyone,
but me.
But I am bairly here,
Bairly aware..
Hardly Awake,
As if I know
what sleeping feels like
to judge.

I think I've ran away
from myself for too long
to trust myself
enough
to turn around and
face myself.
I stare in mirrors
and see nobody there
besides,
Running Mascara
and glazed eyes,
often too drunk
to know what drunk
is..
been gone to long
to remember,
sober..
Stuck so far in the past
that I've forgotten
what it is
to get older
to
grow up...
Maybe I'm
too unconcious
to wake up...
Maybe this is
punishment,
Maybe I've tempted
the promise
of the heat in hell
too many times..

[Bhitiah]

Nope, It wasnt. It was Absolute Zero.

I just thought it was Nebulaz because he's the resident smart ass lately. lol

[~WORDZ~]

I like this Brit....

Life has wedged itself
between my fingers
as my clenched fists
become open hands
slapping reality upside the head
knowing that
rock bottom is,
kind of cushy...
I'm more than comfortable

^^^my favorite part.

[HILARIONSOUL]

I stare in mirrors
and see nobody there
besides,
Running Mascara
and glazed eyes,
often too drunk
to know what drunk
is..
been gone to long
to remember,
sober..
Stuck so far in the past
that I've forgotten
what it is
to get older
to
grow up...
Maybe I'm
too unconcious
to wake up...
Maybe this is
punishment,
Maybe I've tempted
the promise
of the heat in hell
too many times..
_________________________

THE PAAAAIN...IT RUNS DEEEEP
SHAAARE IT WITH ME

And you did just that. Well written my dear.
I was in the room..in the mirror and at the end of this priceless piece
painted stories of life so ever clear this read was...Yeah

[UFO the Phoenix]

....................

[Deaf Def]

LMFAO @ UFO! that's what she gets for untitling her shit sometimes i guess... i know he hates that. anyway i liked this piece alot. it had a lot of things in it that i could relate to i guess that's why i was feelin it so much... but there is a part that struck me pretty good and that i enjoyed very much as it went together very smoothly...

As if I know
what sleeping feels like
to judge.

I think I've ran away
from myself for too long
to trust myself
enough

that's real. i liked it... you keep comming up with better and better stuff every time i like how you grow that way. stay up and i hope to hear from you soon.

[allnakey]

Wow there were some real power ful points made in the piece and everyhting seemed to flow from one line to the next, I've always been a big fan of your writing and I think the title is very cleaver.


Stay Up, Much Love, Peace

[Nebulaz]

Bhitiah - thanks for the free advertising, now people might actually check out my latest piece Undeserving Mess.


Now to get to the royalties that you owe me for using my name in the title =).

[~Eloquent]

From losing myself
Friday night
to finding myself
Tuesday Morning.
A hangover
3 days in the making
Silencing withdrawals
Breaking Edges
and rounding out
other people's point's
to suit my needs...
I need no introduction
to Survival
No Intervention to
Recovery
Life has wedged itself
between my fingers
as my clenched fists
become open hands
slapping reality upside the head
knowing that
rock bottom is,
kind of cushy...
I'm more than comfortable



hmm i guess rock bottom seems so comfortable cuz its so easy to stay there....
overall i really liked the narrative,extremely blunt and critical outlook on yourself,but for a good reason
to awaken you from falling into those same traps cuz now you got firsthand knowledge of how hard it is to get out of those...
really liked it and will read a few more times to get the full meaning...

[in4it]

I'm a little afraid
Mostly, of myself
I wake up
in cold sweats
shadow's from
hung clothes
remind me I'm
alive
as my heart
pounds out of my chest
and I could make
a list
of regrets
At this point,
They'd mean little...
If not nothing..


dam I can relate to this here loved the read tight piece