Well, there’s a rhyming beat
Coming in through courtyard windows
I wouldn’t know the judge
Wouldn’t give a fuck.
Murder, Murder, Murder
They scream
High pitched noise only beast can hear
Hell is your master now.
Closing eyes
The nightmare world I do see
A sea of rotten soldiers
Streams of blood flowing off their eyes.
No…
Tears are pity
Hacking vomit
Cause the fucking rope
Doesn’t have the power to end
The fucking noose tied, so cold
Half eyes open, blurry and surreal
Haunted words drain the water from the well
Though it’s already been abandoned.
Where’s the motherfucking sea
Part it now so I can breathe
Or drown me in it cause
I live a disease.
Fuck my opposers, I hate their fucking shit
I’m told to love and I love what I can
But love fucking learns it’s place
Will not be absent from half the soul
Two to love, one to hate.
Well, here we are again
Lost my fucking friend
Wheres the shade?
My simple ass dismay
Escape this shit
Constant bullets to hold your face.
Fuck.
Your going to fucking burn
Yes, the fucking man on the tree speaks
You’ve fucking killed my body
But you haven’t stopped your fate
I swear you’ll fall down today
The dead are waiting for you to join them
And it’s only then I’ll have my peace.
Author notes
You can say anything you want about this poem, however, I'd preference not commenting on the extent of the profanity. This poem concerns some crap my girlfriend and I are dealing with concerning her parents slow divorce, her fathers ability to be an ass towards us and her mom/brother, and the fact we're both 17 now and have been together for give or take 3 years. My inspiration came from that and from the CNN special report on lynchings and the noose earlier this week. I wrote this poem in the perspective of me being a lynching victim hanging on a noose yet taking time to die. The crap with my real life helps with this perspective, because it's been going on give or take since I met my girlfriend; however effecting me over the past year and a half particularly.
PS: This is another song I wrote by the way. I play it on the guitar. It makes it better to say the least.
Song video link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73fMt09X4kQ
Sorry crappyish quality. I wish my camera word work for me so I could redo it with some riffs.
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You explode with anger and words! Profanity is sometimes necessary. After all you wouldn't say dad blast it....too corny and not at all real.
You seem to be able to understand some of the inner dealings of the human mind. Divorce of parents is a killer. I really am taken with this.
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I like the tale yours tells though, and through the perspective you told it. It is cool though how we both wrote about the same but still differently. the way you sing it is even more awesome :-)
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oh my. this is what this contest is about?
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very interesting to say the least, somewhat remniscient of the used. welcome to the finalists list doll.
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