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Pulsating Heart Explodes
Pulsating heart explodes all over your fucking face!!!
When I was a fetus I should of been aborted and cut to pieces
Instead of being born to be mutilated and torn
My brain has been ripped apart by hand
My entire jaw snachted from my face
My throat brutally stabed and sliced
What you did to me made me squeeze my stomach so hard that my fingers poked through
When I was a fetus I should of been aborted and cut to pieces
Instead of being born to be mutilated and torn
My brain has been ripped apart by hand
My entire jaw snachted from my face
My throat brutally stabed and sliced
What you did to me made me squeeze my stomach so hard that my fingers poked through
Published 31st May 2011
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31st May 2011 7:39am
It may be just me, but something seems lacking here to make the reader more informed as to the point of this poem. If it is just a rant, or teen-age angst, let us know!
31st May 2011 6:18pm
I was angry when I wrote this poem im not very poetic and direct when im angry.
31st May 2011 8:01am
I agree, I'd like to know what it is that happened.. It's a little confusing.
16th Jun 2011 6:05pm
let me try to show you what i was trying to explain in the forum. ill just 'reinterpret' this poem by putting myself in your shoes...temporarily to be sure :)
Mother may i curse you for being consumated
Constructing in your bowels a prayer to be discorporated
I should finish what you started right back in the womb
Instead of being choked and prodded into my own tomb
Your cold cruel hand, leveled at my mind, intent to smite
Could never understand my blaze of hate, burning you just to spite
That bitter flesh, that bitch, that wretch
Gripping my tongue, ripping my text
You can take the words from my mouth
But you can't kill me, so let me out
i dont know where your head was at when you wrote this, and im way to wired to meditate on it, but do you see what i was getting at?
Mother may i curse you for being consumated
Constructing in your bowels a prayer to be discorporated
I should finish what you started right back in the womb
Instead of being choked and prodded into my own tomb
Your cold cruel hand, leveled at my mind, intent to smite
Could never understand my blaze of hate, burning you just to spite
That bitter flesh, that bitch, that wretch
Gripping my tongue, ripping my text
You can take the words from my mouth
But you can't kill me, so let me out
i dont know where your head was at when you wrote this, and im way to wired to meditate on it, but do you see what i was getting at?
16th Jun 2011 7:28pm
yea i understand wht your talking about. See i told you my anger poems are blunt xD
16th Jun 2011 7:34pm
yeah i see it. to continue with the weapon metaphor shit, you can kill as effectively with a hammer as a sword, a knife as a mace. it's all about how you direct your efforts.
so be blunt brother, just aim real high or real low
so be blunt brother, just aim real high or real low
14th Feb 2012 6:28pm
I dont care wt ne one else says I liked your rant i was direct and to the point
