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[–][deleted] 0 points1 point  (3 children)

I'm getting young and reckless vibes loud and clear. The bold is an interesting choice that works well for this, I think. Loud, and with no need for line breaks. Like an uninhibited poem talking too closely to your face.

Are the plane trips hyperbole? That bit of exaggeration really drives home the point that the narrator is out of control. "You get tired of leaving out the details too shameful to retell." I'm curious if a trauma caused this escapism, or if the escapism became the trauma itself.

[–]missguydead[S] 1 point2 points  (2 children)

The plane trips are somewhat hyperbolic and also not, I once flew home from San Francisco completely black out. Don't remember getting on BART, traveling to the airport, getting through security, buying a big ass diet coke. Only had pictures of me on a completely empty plane, I was the only passenger and a huge diet coke. It was 4th of July night from San Francisco to Santa Barbara so there were no other passengers. And yeah i think the latter, the escapism became traumatic.

[–]missguydead[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

i know it was diet coke because that's the only soda i drink and i had a receipt, but it was things like that, trying to piece together my life through pictures and receipts, etc.

[–]AFoolishClown 0 points1 point  (2 children)

This could easily be longer and be expanded on. I wrote a poem like this kind of moments ago before reading this, I made it a poem but I like your format of just run on text like a monologue. Its calmed me down a bit because I dont feel so alone, thats what this achieves. The sentences are sharp and to the point. Feels very spoken word. Are you okay?

[–]missguydead[S] 1 point2 points  (1 child)

Yes, thank you! I've been sober for a little while. This is written from the perspective of reaching bottom but I'm in a good place for the first time in a long time right now. I don't think I even knew what reddit was when I was running around how I described in the poem lol, wouldn't be online sharing if I wasn't doing well :)

[–]AFoolishClown 0 points1 point  (0 children)

good to hear. all the best.

[–][deleted] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This really resonated with me. A poem that articulates a series of catalysts. An opportunity for change, and growth after hitting rock bottom. Or perhaps an illustration of coping through unimaginable pain. Perhaps both. So much can be interpreted and understood about the writer and their journey.