streamlined conformity
and stigmatic constraints
arms full of bio-electric weaponry
they took my son
they killed my soul
flat-lining inspiration
the time has come for coarse action
from a spurned hatred
unconventional single cell soldier
fighting the war of his existence
bombs away
blood
has filled my oath
in sickness of sea
feed
blame the fight on them
double speed fury
witness the obliteration
of that which you held dear
no option for you
here comes insanity
to drill your skull inside out
scream forever
or die alone
we won’t care
the machine from hell
has come to claim his dues
processing every life
into meaningless categories
terminating all irrelevance
genocidal fucks
the kids who got left behind
what a great fucking life
to be brought to orgasm by ostracism
what a great fucking li(f)e
speak softly
and betray your heritage
that’s more like it
now it’s time to fail
we are the ones you hate
he can be me cause
I don’t mind him
higher, almost there
now here it comes again
back where you belong
in your fucking cage
you psychosomatic whore
just wait until I’m ready
I’ll rape you when I want
in your fucking cage
can you hear the bees?
they make the same sound
and die the same death
a billion times over
all for a bitch
all for the righteous
infused with something you
could never understand
damaged perfection
now only a digital memory
put on your makeup
make yourself up
mock yourself
the make up of self
mock your self
they will never stop
because they have no reason to
every single product processed
to be the same
because perfection cannot improve
only the ones with talent can hear it
and you can see it in their heads
and the victims just watch
bound within the tragedy of themselves
tone deaf
violent tendencies never lie
more perfection
the universal language of hate
understand it or die
motherfucker
disciples of stars
enjoy your swim
in the lake of fire
what a great fucking lie
no pity for you
and as the echoes flow down the corridor
a distorted version is heard
pounding your synapse into submission
listen listen listen
to what I don’t have to say
the double fury returns
with a high pitched savior
screech banshee screech
pierce them with it
I love it
where is the fault in repetition?
could that be the flaw of perfection?
neurosis says no
neurosis knows all
no neurosis for you
and all this time I've wondered
how could such a strong man be so weak
she could be stabbing him
and he'd still love her til the end
I guess that's what they call devotion
step aside for the kid, man
he holds it all
he shakes like I shake
without control, possessed
don’t ask me why
again with the repetition
how can a copy of perfection be flawed?
who knows, not me
I just know the flat line has returned
with a couple friends
you see it
you want to be it
put on some perfect
wear some mock up
don’t miss a spot
fuck
slip into the cracks
the machine made a mistake
not our problem
no perfection for you
finally it starts to fade
repeated until it broke
elasticity tested to the limits
only so many barriers can bend
the rest break
but if you’re gonna go out
you might as well go full tilt
make that single cell soldier proud
yeah, you just noticed didn’t you
if not, grow up
this can stop
as soon as you want it to
no one asked you here
you came of your own accord
and will leave by the same means
no ending for you
Author notes
The alternate name for this piece is "Chaos"
Written July 9th, 2003
A contest entry
- Your best prewrite by glazecovered.
300 points, ended February 23, 2004, 274 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
1 - 10 of 10
-
Wow, this is spellbounding, a cry for nonconformity but so cynical and almost bitter, i love it. Some people will never write this well, talent!
-
The blind are fucked cause they can't read th
About damn time I find someone who writes the type of poetry I like. Poetry that isn't laced with a desire to fallow order. A desire that fucks the true purpose of poetry; to express. You've expressed sincere emotions- the meaning--> I have no fucking clue at all... the sincerety and passion--> obvious.
"genocidal fucks
the kids who got left behind
what a great fucking life
to be brought to orgasm by ostracism
what a great fucking li(f)e" --> that is the shit for stanza.. I wish I would have come up with it! The whole thing is just badass..
I can't wait to read more of your stuff. I really think you would relate to my poems 'I said, Damn' 'The locals spoken vocals... dead' 'C-Hok-E-Hold' and 'Kid in black'.. the last one is about a poet called 'Capital D' he’s on AP and his poetry is real good too. I think you would like the poet Intel a lot too... you two write real similar. Those two are good friends of mine and i fyou get the time you should check some of our stuff out. Meanwhile I'll have them read your stuff. -
This was so deep and strong, it overwhelmed me. I found a lot of phrases that were by themselves very powerful and thought-provoking. Awesome job! Thank you for entering and good luck.
~Anastasia -
great write keep writing and always share your poetryfriend
-
Ak-47
You have managed a way to make angsty, angry poetry not annoying. And when I first looked at this, I was thisclose to not reading it, because of the length (yes I am very guilty of being lazy). But as soon as I started reading, I couldn't stop. It sort of speeds up as it goes along...like the reader recognizes, comprehends, then absorbs the anger. I love poetry that isn't clear cut, and has multiple, twisted meanings. I like reading between the lines as much as text.
I think my favorite part is this:
and as the echoes flow down the corridor
a distorted version is heard
pounding your synapse into submission
listen listen listen
to what I don’t have to say
"Listen to what I don't have to say"...Honestly, a line hasn't hit me that hard in a long time. Congratulations on this, and congratulations on prying an in depth comment out of me, it rarely happens. ;]
Also, if you don't mind, I'm adding you to my favorites and will be reading more by you. -
too profane
i don't know what all the rage was about,but it was realistive.personally the profanity took away from the essence.good luck -
wow. thats pretty much all I can say. good luck, xx
-
This is a very violent poem....but I like it...so much imagery...like this part:
finally it starts to fade
repeated until it broke
elasticity tested to the limits
only so many barriers can bend
the rest break
I don't know what it is about it, I just like it a lot. Great job.
Thanks for entering and good luck
xxx mistry (anti-pink ) xxx
-
Im sure I commented on this before Jesse...? But anyway, as you know and as I told you when I first read this, this has to be my favourite of yours. Theres just so many good lines in it that i really wish I had written, that its not fair to highlight one and not another. Your writing is very inspirational to me. Resists the urge to say WOW!!
Lisa x -
omgs this is deep. Great piece here. it's so strong each stanza can almost stand on it's own. Bravo!!!!
Adding your comment:
1 - 10 of 10
1 old applause
