Poet Introduction Brand spanking new!! I have no idea what I'm doing. Please be patient or look the other way. I am here because I get lost in these words and phrases. If I have fallen into an oubliette, just leave me be!
The morbidity So cold I dare not inflict Its invaded my head Its foul stench suffocating Death and carnations The ground so cold I'm down prostrate My body losing heat I have to do this Letting go of death By embracing death
Why did I look For now I cant forget Mud under your eyelids Packed up your nose Your face so bloated
I brought you my dress The one you loved so much Although too small They said no worries They'd split it up the back To shroud your corpse ...
I feel like I speak a language no one understands Everytime I think someone is figuring it out It all goes to shit You pour your guts out And it feels so right But that's only because it was wrong in the first place
We all know the definition of insanity Fucking up the same way
Again and again
And expecting a different outcome
"If you are going to fuck me up the ass Could you at least pull my hair so we can both enjoy it?"
I am certainly not a poet or a writer. In fact, I dare say that I am a "Grammar Instructer's" worst nightmare. I have stumbled across your words and find myself stunned. I want to pour out words of praise and try to describe how I feel. But I think you know you are Masters of your craft. You know that your words are alive once read. They become ethereal as they brush across my senses. They become tangible as they ripple through me. Your words are not only on the page where you left them. They have stormed through ME and elicited titillating, salacious, mind engaging, painfully reminiscent,...