The Incurable Antidote

Joined September 2020

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Feel free to start a conversation with me about anything I've written. tell me what you liked or hated. Tell me if you could relate, or if something I wrote hit homes. I want to know how I am doing. I want to know if your like me... Human

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Chapter 1
Her eyes told me that she had a story to tell, but her timid body language told me she's not much of a storyteller. I was told she tells "stories", but I'm not really a fan of fiction.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
The 3 Things I Beg of You
Breathe. I know you like to think of yourself as an artist. And over the years you have made masterpieces, one after another. But I'm not asking you to draw a masterpiece...
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
Love.
Love is a story best seen on tv or read in a book. Love is loaded gun in the hands of someone with suicidal tendencies.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
Death in the Living Room
There’s too much death in the living room… The number of suicidal thoughts I’ve had on that couch matches the number of tear drops that have stained the glass on the coffee table that you swear really brings the room to its full potential…
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
Runaway Invitation
Run Away with Me I don't know where we'll end up, or if we'll be alive once we get there, But I do know anything is better than here.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
Fair Trade
Cry for you? Wow, You know what. I'd love too, but as it turns out, I'm not the crying type. But hand me your razor, and instead of tears, I'll shed something far more valuable.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
12/07/15
"Do you remeber our first kiss?" She said. I responded. .. "It all started because of that perfume. I'd know that scent anywhere. Because for better or worse you are that scent, both tempting and lustful.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
The Guitarist
I remember getting to close, allowing her to take control of my heart strings. She strings me along with whatever pain her song brings.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
Denial
Lets pretend we never stopped talking. That the past few weeks didn't happen. That I haven't felt empty. That you didn't leave me in and endless state of hollow.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets
The Lady In Red
She wore a red dress, and stood proud outside my league. And it was only when I noticed her by the bar, that everyone else disappeared.
By The Incurable Antidote5 years ago in Poets

The Incurable Antidote

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Chapter 1

The 3 Things I Beg of You

Love.

Death in the Living Room

Runaway Invitation

Fair Trade

12/07/15

The Guitarist

Denial

The Lady In Red

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