Train of Thought >POSSIBLY TRIGGERING<

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ConsolationPrizeFighter, Sep 4, 2008.

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  1. ConsolationPrizeFighter

    ConsolationPrizeFighter Well-Known Member

    You can write whatever is going through your head here

    Ill start >.<

    I'm sinking into the floor
    face full of concrete
    cracks and breaks as my mouth moves
    wait now
    back up
    we can land this plane safely
    step back
    breathe slow
    she won't even know
    but the decay remains
    and termites infest the inner workings of my body
    black and charred
    pariah to prophet
    praise me
    'cuase I'm gone
     
  2. ConsolationPrizeFighter

    ConsolationPrizeFighter Well-Known Member

  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Lifes a bitch
    and then you die
    so fuk em all
    and lets get high
     
  4. ConsolationPrizeFighter

    ConsolationPrizeFighter Well-Known Member

    she breathes cancer

    her lungs?
    long gone

    her bones?
    never saw them

    Her eyes?
    Haven't opened

    At least not since after
    After the crash
    with horse cracking her veins
    death filling her lungs
    panic choking her
    sirens on the way
    She lay motion less on the floor
    and i stood too still
    and felt nothing
     
  5. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    I was born premature,
    innocent and pure,
    for what i turned into there is no cure.
    a waste of a life
    i should cut with a knife
    through rape and pain
    i dont know how i am still sane
    and this poem is lame
     
  6. ConsolationPrizeFighter

    ConsolationPrizeFighter Well-Known Member

    filthy
    dirt caked on my feet
    blood left on my arm
    its surprising
    how my hands are still attached
    horror film
    only picture
    no sound
    life without sound
    horror film
     
  7. ConsolationPrizeFighter

    ConsolationPrizeFighter Well-Known Member

    i feel like throwing up my soul
    vomiting it straight into your mouth Jesus
    this feels like i'm French kissing the devil
    my lips burn and crackle at your face
    Jesus, what have you done to me?
    What curse have you cast upon me?
    where blood runs from my arms
    and fire tastes like gold
    Dear lord, where have you left me?
    this place is empty
    hard and black
    black with the rotting corpses of your disciples
    Well, Jesus, you've left us all out to dry
    and were sun faded and cracking.
    You've placed us in the ocean
    Where we our eyes
    and waves fill our lungs with your salty blood
    We've sunken to the bottom of the ocean
    And you're nowhere to be found.
     
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