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Spilled Milk


I can't just say anything
I know it won't be heard
My throat is rotten
Do you like the sound of my voice?
I can't speak
The microphone is off
Turn me down again
Spilling
The same letters
Spilling
Solitude, love, anger, pain, a quiet bark
The tears I won't shed
The love you can't buy
Empty
As I have the will
I can scream
Whine
TELL YOU WHY AM I HERE
EVERYTHING
But in the end
Just like dead
DEAD
DEAD WORDS
Like spilled milk
It could feed a hungry baby
BUT IT SHEDS INTO NOTHING
DESPISE
HATE
Shinde kudasai (Please die, Japanese)
Since when did it matter?

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  • Exodus gold member
    February 14, 2008

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    This reminded me a lot of what I use to write a couple of years ago. When I was stuck in poetry I'd write a stream of consciousness, and a lot of mine sounded a bit like this one. Wonderful work, thank you