fell
and exactly how far did I fall
feeling nothing but the cold winter frost beneath my broken body
reaching up as though the imaginary person before me will lend a hand
he's absolutely not paying attention to me
bastard
feeling really akward knowing nothing will come from it
I plead anyways
he leans down, grinning like a zebra with gold teeth
fixing his head sideways
around and around his neck slides
slinky with a coil
bounces mildly then wildly giggling like a drunk school girl
who's underwear is shown with pride
but she hasn't realzied that mother nature beat the tampon
well doesn't that suck ass
forgetting the hereabouts of the yesterdays and the morrows and in betweens
in
betweens
sour day lillies wilt with turmoil
burning their beauty into the flesh of the soil
carpeting their space with wild grasses and vines
enveloping their precious smiles
with diamonds of blood and bone
interestingly dancing in circles
with stuck out tongues
pirced with feathers
their nostrils hang droopidly down to the floor
I yanked ones ear off
it bled.
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This is amazing. So full of imagery and emotion....
"sour day lilies wilt with turmoil
burning their beauty into the flesh of the soil
carpeting their space with wild grasses and vines"
I can just see it....
Great work, my friend.
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Wow. Impressive imagery. You have a deep and twisted imagination. I enjoyed this poem. Very well done.
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Wow. Impressive imagery. You have a deep and twisted imagination. I enjoyed this poem. Very well done.
Mike
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lol tis all I can say. I've had this idea alot and pretty sure I've posted something like it somewhere...each time though it's not the same person...
and I have no idea why I even wrote this...
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