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Death
Beautiful floating air breeze self
fall gracefully from the high boughs.
Spiral tumble and dive into the mess
the putrid cunt of life,
my broken self has no redress…
I am tormented.
Fucking frustrated and insane
is there nothing more than this,
I will kill just to feel alive again.
Humble acknowledgements fuel
suppressed bipolar outbursts of protest,
through Technicolor blood rainbows
that decorate the inside of my chest.
*
Lost feelings of complete understanding,
how can I be so sure yet still disbanding?
My rage recalls my life that led me to this anticlimax;
slit the throat of my younger self…. How fucking dare you leave the tracks,
to allow this to happen to the chosen one,
the one, the one, the only one you know.
My tears fall silently onto unseen ground,
the flesh in my hands feels warm and alive, hot blood abound
dripping from my fingers.
Motionlessly spinning through dimensions of myself
I try to collate what was me,
my future is the sum of these parts
fragmented, naked, wet but accepting of what shall be.
Liquid pools expand, I am free smile and goodbye,
the animal has its purpose… to realise that it is going to die.
fall gracefully from the high boughs.
Spiral tumble and dive into the mess
the putrid cunt of life,
my broken self has no redress…
I am tormented.
Fucking frustrated and insane
is there nothing more than this,
I will kill just to feel alive again.
Humble acknowledgements fuel
suppressed bipolar outbursts of protest,
through Technicolor blood rainbows
that decorate the inside of my chest.
*
Lost feelings of complete understanding,
how can I be so sure yet still disbanding?
My rage recalls my life that led me to this anticlimax;
slit the throat of my younger self…. How fucking dare you leave the tracks,
to allow this to happen to the chosen one,
the one, the one, the only one you know.
My tears fall silently onto unseen ground,
the flesh in my hands feels warm and alive, hot blood abound
dripping from my fingers.
Motionlessly spinning through dimensions of myself
I try to collate what was me,
my future is the sum of these parts
fragmented, naked, wet but accepting of what shall be.
Liquid pools expand, I am free smile and goodbye,
the animal has its purpose… to realise that it is going to die.
Published 28th Sep 2009
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Anonymous
28th Sep 2009 9:39pm
I usually think of extreme profanity as a cheap device, but in the first part of your poem you make it sound truly poetic; I especially liked 'the putrid cunt of life' (wow, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say lol!) My favourite line, though, would have to be 'suppressed bipolar outbursts of protest', probably because it's something I can familiarise with.
28th Sep 2009 9:46pm
Thanks Jack. I do swear quite a bit, generally due to how I feel when I sit and write, glad it hasn't put you off here.
You're one of the first people to EVER read this and I am glad you commented.
You're one of the first people to EVER read this and I am glad you commented.
Anonymous
28th Sep 2009 9:53pm
You're welcome[smile]! Although I rarely use it myself, extreme profanity only irks me when somebody uses it purely to shock, but I sensed that you had a higher artistic purpose.
29th Sep 2009 5:16pm
This poem was written very honestly so your positive feedback means a lot to me Mo57, Cheers!
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