Laughter that has no depth,
smiles that own no warmth,
They're a relief, and truer now
than when produced unintoxicated.

I am made out of air
and alcohol,

I am softly reclining into
an abusive eternity
of leather caresses
and glass kisses.

Music brushes against
my disconnected mind
and jealously guarded truths
slither from my lips.

I am made out of smoke
and lukewarm acid,

as careless eyelids drop
fright and relief is tearing
at my inhuman shell
and my soul is ever lost.

I am made out of stars
and dotted darkness.

Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2008-08-05 at 00:51

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not a word out of place..."made out of air and alcohol"-"stars and dotted darkness"....brilliant, inspiring....i'll be reading more of you.

Kathy Lockhart
outstanding poetry with such vivid imagery.

Raven Nero Michaels
I must say, this is a very interesting poem. Different from any I've ever read, but also one of the best I've ever read. It's unique in its style and flow. Slightly demented or twisted, while at the same time, quite beautiful. Great work of art, and a great read at that too.

Esti D-G
Truly wonderful poetry, loved every word.
Respects estixxxx

This is a fabulous poem, so stark, so real, so full of feeling and the truth of what it is to be human....thanks for sharing it, Tai, liking the title so much