best underground poet

blurt me out

slippery
i hold on to the rails
to dive
in on my head,
on my mind.
you've got me tattered in
mispronounced
i luv u's,
i owe u's.

plitter-platter across
skin
little perfect
sin
secret-delicious
deception.

i never meant to draw you in.

this is pencil
for the mind of a girl
is ever-so-changing.
thoughtlessly.
erasure
is greater
than ink
when it’s on paper.

party rice.
throw me on
over your shoulder,
like salt.
i don't want to tempt your luck

and turn you down.
i like the volume
spilling out,
crashing loud

!!!

like me.

pretty
bruised
angel
asleep.

freefalling, speed-dialing, eradicating, cutting open, extracting, pulling it off -
putting it
down

SLAM

on the dashboard -
vinyl

like my sweetheart
interrogation pants
that i wear when
i am
whooping your ass.

vixen. tramp.
high-heeled smut.
i push you back,
spit you out,
climb on top
and hold on

like the whole world is going to turn
over and
we have just
begun to begin.

this is clasp -

tired loneliness on a cold january night
un-somber sleep.
un-awake.

mind-drilling these waves
that try to
lull
the pain
back to a-way.

i want inside the burn,
flesh un-promised,
un-yearned,
un-known.

i dare you with a first kiss.
i plead you for a second.
i'm on my knees,
in the doorway
swearing this is it,
this one is the last one
here, today -

i don't know how well i know you.
hell,
i don't know how well i know me.

Learn
This
Answer.

if it leads
me to you
everything in between
is okay.

let us slip away.

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Morphine
 
 
I was told to take a seat whilst i waited
 
There was a few elderly folks huddled near the counter
chatting about their assortment of ailments  
One in particular made it very clear that her feet were  
so bad, that simply walking to her bathroom was difficult
 
Maybe that's why she didn't sit down
The 4 second walk to the chair may have been too painful
or the prospect of removing the weight from her swollen
legs (thus relieving her discomfort) may have felt like
some sort of defeat to her
 
My passing thoughts where interrupted by a "H.. H.. Hello"
 
The skinny girl next to me was trying her best to talk
I watched her lips move and the dribbles escape as she spoke
Being courteous, i responded with a nod of the head and a smile
She continued in her attempt at a sentence though i could not
understand a word past the slurred greeting
 
The one way conversation was cut short by the pharmacist asking her to  
enter a room with him. We all hear her argue with the man
about how she has to drink it all in one gulp. No sipping
She can't even argue her point because of her inability to speak coherently  
 
People rolled their eyes and shook their heads as if they were  
completely free from all sin. Like they all had bibles in their  
handbags and pockets which they read every night before bed
while on their innocent, untainted knees  
 
My name was called
 
I was given my prescription  
A bag full of tablets and a huge bottle of morphine
I had to get out of there quickly just in-case the junkie girl tried
to rob me of all the drugs i had in my possession  
What I had here could have kept her numb for a month
 
As I hurried past all the shaking heads, desperate to get the hell
away from the junkie, I realized  
 
I am no better than any of them

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Is it too late to submit?

Psycho
God's power saved up
I'm spitting on your pillow and cutting up your clothes,
throwing glasses at the wall. I'm burning up the words
I'm washing out your lies, with cries, and ties that I never denied. Now what
did you think I was going do? Take shit like scars on my overdose,
you un-
educated fuck.
 
Since I chose the blows that come from
throws I dared myself to feel
and I shot stars from cars with an electronic wheel.
I took fifteen bottles of gin -
and I'm thin, and I'm ringing at your door,
ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Everybody down, that's the devilish thing whenever you're around.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
You better run now, didn't know what a dark thing you'd found.
 
You wanna play, wanna play your stupid little games stay twisted and popular
with me.
You play, you play and the games they stay
fucking with me internally.
I'll see evil in the mirror but God will smile
knowing I've got myself back for a while
Take the ring, take the ring, it don't mean a thing.
Your lies already over me
like selt-belt rash from that car crash
- fucking with me internally.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Everybody down, no one knows who I am when you're around.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Nose to the ground, screaming to Heaven - He's not gonna hear you now.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Pipe bomb.
 
Remote controlled, walking away as these games have gotten old.
 
Pipe bomb.   Pipe bomb.  
I've said enough. I think the point has come across
- that we're psycho in love.

Entry for round 2

A perfect conversation.


We sat together  
the old gentleman and I  
Doing the exact same thing  
 
Dipping our hands into the  
shared bag of stale bread  
then ripping and throwing  
 
His silver/brown hair was  
a little messy from the breeze  
 
We sat in silence  
 
A comfortable silence  
Content enough  
just feeding swans  
 
He sucked in a breath  
 
I couldn't help but watch his hands  
Covered by translucent skin  
through which every vein was visible  
Tearing little pieces off  
and rolling them between his  
thumb and finger before he  
threw them  
 
The silence was nice  
and his hands said enough  
 
The birds were hungry  
 

2nd round:

There are so many people who will stand up
In the cause of speaking for others but
What is the motivation for this act
I mean what do they gain to be more exact
I mean they speak for some but who will speak for all
Whose Life is more valuable....that's what I ask yall
At the moment of conception, who will we cherish
And who will receive our condolences when they perish
Some never get to taste breath, many never saw the light of day
And if they had a chance, I imagine this is what they'd say
I never got my chance to lie, I never got my chance to tell the truth
I never got to be the elderly, I never got to be the youth
I never got to Love, I never got to hate
I never had to rush, I never had to wait
I never got to laugh, I never got to cry
I didn't get to win or lose, I didn't even get to try
I have never seen the sun, I have never seen the moon
I never felt a midnight, I never touched a noon
I never got to steal, I never got to earn
I never got to teach, I never got to learn
I didn't get to work, I didn't get to play
I never had to leave, I never got to stay
I never got my chance to listen, I never got my chance to tell
I never got to buy, I never got to sell
I never got to kill, I never got to save
I never had my chance to be bad, I never had my chance to behave
I was never your worst enemy, I was never your best friend
I never forgot to say I Love you or to ask how have you been
But it's only Life right.....I mean, you got your chance to record it
But we will never get ours.....we are the aborted

"The Aborted"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

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The Bell Jar

How strange. . .

Restrained.

Tied down.

Don't scream.

No one will come.

You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.

How strange. . .

You cry.

You scream.

But you are mine.

That's what they say to me.

As I lay restrained to the table.

Doctors on both sides.

Time for your treatment.

Leeches are best for the taking away the disease and the lies.

Large, black leeches placed on my arms.

"Just a pinch"

Their teeth sink in and drink in my blood.

So many leeches in the leech jar, if he could use all of them--
He would.

Don't worry my dear, this is for your health.

We're taking care of you, and very well.

Oh yes of course, the straving, leeches and purging that's all for me to get well.

I tried to take my own life.

For this we must break my suicidal shell.

Lock her in the tub with the water on hot.

Put in her room with the broken window, let her deal with the cold.

Nice place.

Happy place.

This place will be my death.

Why not?

It might as well.

I came here because of my own hand.

Strapped down.

Buzzing filling my ears.

Two rodes placed on my temple, either side.

Blue light becomes my vision.

As my body jerks up.

Electricity running in my veins.

That's always good.

Put the voltage on higher, the body has no water.

Electricity suppose to go through my nerves and my brain.

Shock one

Shock two

Shock three

Lights out.

Black out.

Too much for me.

Wake up.

Back in room.

Walls are cracking again.

Red blood oozes from the cracks.

That's not suppose to happen.

Look to my right and see my best friend.

He's not really there.

But still I reach for him

And when he disappears I cry.

Messing with my heart and my mind.

This place.

This room.

This torture.

How strange. . .

Restrained.

Tied down.

Don't scream.

No one will come.

You might as well be a faerie caught under the lid of a bell jar.