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sick

I could sharpen my finger tips
with sour rage and reach
into the internal temple of
mental delusion and spear that
parasite that turns
blood to rust
and twists brain to strings
of never-ending train-rails
that might lead to frustrating
destruction by a self imposed collision
to end this track-running.... 
have you ever seen spontaneous combustion?
I believe frustration
might make it happen. 
this heart beats fast enough
to start the sparks. 

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I am going to have a heart attack

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  • Springheel
    October 5
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    It reads like the thoughts of someone who desperately needs to pick up a vicious weed habit.


  • Misskaoz
    October 4

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    Just my style

    Love these types of poems. A little dark you know. Definitely worth reading.


  • wbiro gold member
    October 4

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    only 16 lines?!!! I expected a full tirade on some sick aspect of people's mindframes in this day and age...! I came with my full armored body suit of philosophy and psychology, ready to delve into the deepest depths of the human psyche with you, in your defense or to challenge you... ah, well, a little ditty on sick is OK too, I guess... I'll make the most of it...

    Yes... you begin well, and as expected, with sharpened fingertips (nice) and a rage (most sour)... now the rusty blood and stringing brain... age will do that to you... but you are addressing their premature onset, I see... induced by frustration and destructive collisions that result in spontaneous combustions...

    now I see 'human relationships' in this, but also, knowing your circumstances, I see academic frustration possible, also... (which is also a human relationship, albeit communicative, between student and author and student and professor)...

    well, advice about that heart beating in a sparking manner- save that for the happier moments of life, of which there will be many... too numerous for even a fat photo album...




  • woodymiles silver member
    October 4
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    Glorious breathless mayhem. Great stuff.


    • Ishtar
      October 4
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      Thanks so much for marking me as a favourite and I well appreciate the comments you left on my poetry - Looking forward to read your works!


  • kirbysman Moderators member
    October 4

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    Interesting that we are posting at nearly the same time . . . and there's a relationship, however obscure to others, in what we are posting. You write so mysteriously wonderful that I always wonder where it comes from. But, I know the answer to that - from your heart and soul, filtered through your brain and transmitted to your fingertips. This is beautifully sad . . . and unusually understandable, at least for me. And you know what your grampapi thinks, as he tells you often enough. Even trains have brakes, if you can find the handle and the air pressure is just right. You are wonderful!!!

    Love you tons,
    Grampapi

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