Joined: Fri Mar 24, 2006 11:39 pm Posts: 9251 Location: Somewhere Expansive Gender: Male
I tend to write really well for a time and then totally die out and have to relearn how to do it. The last few poems I've posted have been me trying to relearn it. I like this one though I don't feel it is perfect. It will prolly take a long time before it is so.
I feel empty Cold steel A grain silo raped with wind
A warm breeze Starves me Anchors me to it
It will die because the truth cannot be found again The tail of fate, horror, hell, I’m trying it Give away the dream Embrace everyone and their place Walk away with me To the milk hide habitat
The cartoon The playful poltergeist Psychotic state of being It’s crawling on the page and under your skin The audience screams and masterbates Let them see you again
The joker The shins The caged will of everyone who’s lost The lions, gnomes and mirror house The Broken glass and blood that shames it We will each have our moment To say if you were good in bed
The grain silo You were born to be abused Stare at the walls
Joined: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:36 am Posts: 6781 Location: Struggle Town
holy shit dude this is pretty amazing, maybe it is that i am in the right head space to really appreciate it but i think it is pretty beautiful and horrific at the same time. that is how i like it.
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