Who's Your DADA!

A father takes,  eyes closed, that which he has no right
A child cries,  traumatized, a closet hides her pain

The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place
her damaged mind-  cannot abide-  the change her body makes

The woman stands-   naked and alone-  facing mirrored images
backs away-   cuts today-  appraising all her damages

rearrange- her bodies change-  sculpt it down to size
to take away-  the ugly place-  I cut it with a knife

Do you know what it smells like to die?  It smells like me.
 
If only pillows talked-what stories they could tell
My pillow witnessed many a thing- in this life that I call hell
 
 
My pillow is a fluffy thing
without it-I can hardly sleep
 
I snuggle up-my sweet dreams near
Mind of it's own it has- I fear
 
My pillows such a harmless thing
Moves of it's own accord- it seems
 
And then-my pillow talks to me
It holds me down- I'm struggling
 
My hot wet breath fills up my nose
It smells like me when I explode
 
Fireworks go off in my eyes
then fade to black as- eye sight dies
 
With burning lungs- I pummel death
legs kicking hard- cloth steals my breath
 
And with it takes my worst and best
So ends my Ballet dance with death
 
Oh I know how it smells to die
It smells like me- I say goodbye
 
Then as my pillow gathers strength
I hear it's laughing voice I think
 
My movements stop-deaths not so bad
Till pillow laughing-sounds like DAD
 
LAST THOUGHT    LAST THOUGHT          LIFE UNFAIR
 
 
DADS DONE     RESTS IN EASY CHAIR

File this under the category "farther"



Counting Down ! extreme content !


Dead

Sheep Head

dead dead dada

add sheep

dead head sheep sheeeep heap

dead sheep dread sleep

dead sheep dead sheephead shredded shed dreaded red

dead sheep dead sheep sleep deep dead red heap

DEADSHEEPDEADDADAAAAADDDEADSHEEPDEADHEADSHEEPDEADDEADSHEEPHEAP

EEEP!!!!



DEAD shhhhh...




Author  note:
IF THE PIECE DISGUSTS YOU, GOOD. PERHAPS IT SHALL SICKEN ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE SWEAR TO FIGHT AGAINST SENSELESS GORE in poetry or in life itself.  

oops. sorry lol

alright, Whale....I'm ready to accept my Trophy.......let's get on wit it

shaunda said:oops. sorry lol

For what? For saying "It's a lovely poem.  Just sayin'" ?

I don't have a prob with compliments thrown into competitions, no matter who runs them.

darn good job, everyone, no matter who wins. Great idea for a comp.