|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
Synthetically Intensively Caring For You
Contributed by
exodus
on
Thursday, 30th March 2006 @ 05:50:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
|
Synthetically sung in tune
Repetitively written in red
Smeared so smoothly
Your thought a ghost and it hovers above your head
Habitually rehabilitated
I took the garbage out last night
Like some damn program
A patriot thats all out of fight
Daytime turns to nighttime
We swallow the purple, red, and blue
No one told us to stop
And we still didn't even want to
Tragic transisting translations
Ripped right out from under my feet
Like a rug across a smooth wooden floor
Like a headache that no over-the-counter could beat
Medicated, birthday belated
No reason for a cause before the effect
Cynical, and still there you are
Responsibly risking, just cause you're a reject
Green grass, knuckles white
Veins splitting at your neck
Kicked in the teeth for no reason
Like a plane that's missing its button labelled eject
Turn right after right after
Maybe later after tomorrow
You missed your turn back there
And you were too ****** to know
Subsidized standing stupidly still
The road is behind you now
Yearn to learn
And mourning is not the way how
Dodge diligently the door
Stuck in the roof of your mouth
Like a tack into the drywall
Or like misery or a burned-alive-cow
--------------------------------------------------------
Learn your lessons while you can
If in fact it is that you will meet a man
A man with a limp, and six bottom gold teeth
His eyebrows grew together, and he doesn't have any feet
He's the worst poet, except for when he drinks his wine
He has a terrible voice but he'll sing a song for just a dime
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blood, alarm clock blinking red, stuck in the inuendo of a silly dream, lost for the sake of losing, we smile so things won't always be like they seem. The weather could be better, but we don't ask for rain, when the sun is shining, I think of good times again. Split your head on the pavement, the alarm clock comes spilling out, a little girl screams all murder-like, her young mind filled with disbelief and doubt. The wine makes you sleepy, you lost your only smoke, you're only smiling because you're nervous, this sunshine makes you want to choke. The cement won the battle, and the synthetic feeling came in a song, it was written over and over, you want to hum along. But, your eyes are closed and your brain doesn't work, synthetically singing your ballad, at last everyone will see you, dead with big damn smirk.
Copyright ©
exodus
... [
2006-03-30 17:50:59]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: Synthetically Intensively Caring For You
(User Rating: 1 )
by SmileSkinDeep on
Thursday, 30th March 2006 @ 06:14:06 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I really like how the first part has a certain beat to it and the second has a little bit in common and teh third "section" its sort of on its own. I don't know why but I really enjoyed the section about the man with a limp. I just like them in chromatical order, I guess. Wonderful and fantastic write!
~April |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
