At home, writing from my throne,
with a pen like a sword out it's stone.
Alone, as it slides on it's side,
out of sight of it's sheath.
Basically scraping the bone of my dome
like mighty bites from the teeth.
Behind the scenes and painted pain,
my aim's to describe what lies beneath.
To my relief my vibe survives unlike vital signs
of rival minds of suicidal lives in the street.
If I were to define what I meet, I'd be as tight
as my mic on a leash, reciting lines to a beat.
I promptly stomp & step in lightly
while I'm wiping dirt & grime from my cleats.
I'm an anti-holy rolling ghost, sublime in a sheet
rising higher than a bird on a wire or smoke
above fire, not supposed to climb to my feet.
Although my bones are running dry, like the eyes
of little children while they cry them to sleep.
My every pain comes alive like severed
veins unsurprised when I slice'em too deep.
And mine is too sweet, I sold my soul
almost advertising the sight & price of my meat.
However, I advise you to see, that love
is my weakness, almost too depriving to keep.
I'm fucking pulsing, blood is rushing, blood is gushing
from my arms and my eyes because I'm striving to weap.
A contest entry
- Points for poems hardly seems like a fair trade but... if you really want to... by internal heights.
1500 points, ended December 16, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I don't know what to think anymore. by ninja girl 418.
850 points, ended December 30, 2008, 46 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This kindof reads like a song.Got a good tempo and flow.Made me feel what the writer you,were feeling.Great job I would not revise anything.
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WOW!
This is extremely well written. I can feel every word as if i was speaking them myself. I felt like it was actually happening in the end! I'm in love with it!
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damn.
I want to hear this out loud. spoken. the beat was there even just reading it in my head, this is paced well, like something actually thought out as opposed to just sort of spilled. I have like, a blood-loss phobia so I had a hard time with the imagery in those last four lines and still I thought it was a phenominal finish. Like, BOOM! message delivered thank you (drops mic and walks off stage).
Cool, unique write and thanks for entering.
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