A Cutup picture,
You've been under the spindle too long
Watching the bristle of the tarantula
creep creep creep down your tongue
Ophelia's savior, get well soon we say
slipping through our white wall
head on your hands, listen to the rain
nobody seems to sigh, like the master will tonight
he has had his fill today, all the blood and sanity
tied to the trees, hands behind your back
It must've been a drunken kid that
Taught the sea to burn right through me
down into the light we turn
Apostles of ice cream and dreams
and sweet suffering... sit and listen here my darling
Movie stars, bitch about it
upon the red carpets fucked up and Satanic
here is the heart on my sleave
they walk hand in hand heads held low
high I guess, disoriented and slow
sex sells better than a girl with no emotion
God is my bloody devotion
black snakes for another perfect world
see through the crack in the glass stained blue
as mother is weeping, fatherless bills
God must be on a killing spree
look at him, look at me
look at him, look into the sky
that falls into the thunder
let the ashes smother you to death
Take your last breath
watch them strangle the fire
God, the kid in the candy store....
Honey
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A contest entry
- god & sex by zillion.
500 points, ended July 14, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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stunning imagery and word choice. wordcraft indeed.
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You remind me of a famous poet I once read. I can't remember her last name right now (I have bad memory problems). anne was her first
You have grown a lot as a writer since I first read you several years ago. I always did enjoy peaking in, but now, I might have to become a regular.
Thanks for the enticingly wonderful piece.
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you tried to heard...
relax don't force it...
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ayyy! cant read it, although I want to!!
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Sorry! I fixed it.
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