My blood is a work of art
Corrupted to perfection by years of broken hearts
And months of broken dreams
And weeks of broken starts
And days of broken screams
And hours broke apart -
-It goes on for minutes and for seconds in an agonised eternity.
I sold it to you for four
Four Mediaeval humours that Scientists deplore
And Alchemists made cursed
And medics just ignore
Shock treatments make it worse
They ooze from every pore -
-It goes on for minutes and for seconds in a sickening eternity.
Blemishes stick my throat
Like a single word; it's easier to choke
Manipulated answer
Tied a noose in rope
Rhythm is a dancer
I have danced with hope -
-It goes on for minutes and for seconds in a terrible eternity
-It goes on for minutes and for seconds
-It goes on for minutes and forever.
Author notes
Inspired by John Donne and Sylvia Plath. Meh.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow. This is the most random thing I've read lately...
I love it... a lot.
The flow of this poem was insanely BA status... I loved the "it goes on for minutes and for seconds..." parts... those were most radically BA.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!
Even the pace of this is like .. a stop watch.. timed... rhythmical... awesome lol..
What can I say? I'm all about this poem...
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Wow
Thankd Sweetie... haven't posted anything on here in aaaaages, I've switched over to StoryWrite and I'm writing a novel! Weird, huh? xxx
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