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to whom it may concern
Contributed by
simonwrite
on
Friday, 12th November 2010 @ 04:22:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Eat my soul and spit me out shiny
Cover me with welts and bruises
I crave the lesson
Wake me up if Im asleep for too long
Add weight if I appear too weak
I crave the attention
For misfits
For pilgrims
For vandals
Please listen
To the children scorned
And the dreams they aborted
To seekers of Sodom
And to the actions resorted
This view is distorted
To those who see acceptance synonomous with contortion
I ask you
Have those storms ever stopped growing?
Have those snakes beneath our skin given up an inch?
Has that fire died?
Are those blisters healed?
The ones that bubble and poison our hearts?
Grow more wretchedly bulbous
Festering with the pus of every
Youre not good enough
To every razor I held to my wrist
every heart I cannot mend
Every weeping shadow I cannot soothe
And to every embrace I refused
Who say the lifelines are dead
stuffed in a box and stinking of rot
wolves run in packs
rank saliva coating yellowed teeth
red eyes smoldering
wolves run in packs
transforming streets to drainage canals
stained brown with blood running off into the ocean
to those whove imprisoned belief within a bullet casing
to those with pasts worth erasing
I offer you this
I fashioned a scalpel from a pen and paper
Cut the dead flesh from my arm
To see if my intentions were tattooed on the living tissue
Maybe it was there but I could only make out a single vein amongst the chaos
It was connected to a bone
The bone, connected to a muscle
Muscle to a nerve
Nerve to the brain
The brain to a single strand of golden thread
Rising up from its anchorage and becoming tangled in the stars
At first I thought it was a puppet string
I could almost make out the shadow of a hand
I clenched my fist
Was about to scream when I felt it
The shock shot down the thread
The thread jerked the brain
The brain pinched a nerve
Nerve to muscle
Muscle to bone
Bone to vein
The vein beat furiously
pulsing in morse code
screaming
I love you
I cannot say that enough
I love you
This was how it had to be
Im not coming back I never left
I just couldnt grab your attention
You forgot the dialect of your soul
Demons succeeded in winning your affection
Ill pierce the ear you lent me with some wisdom
You need to grab your backbone
There are some problems that need dealin
Fashion it into a shovel
There are some holes that need fillin
I would have never granted you ears
If I didnt intend for you to listen
And if there wasnt beauty in this world
I wouldnt have granted you eyes
Use your senses you can smell the disguise
Taste the lies youve been fed
Dont resign to your fate
The only time your image will be permanent
Is when its fragmented from a eulogy and charred on a tombstone
You have free will
Its not how you change
Its that your always willing to change
And if you get lost
Ill be here
Its my job.
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simonwrite
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Re: to whom it may concern
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by Savannah1085 on
Friday, 12th November 2010 @ 04:54:06 PM AEST
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| wow...thats very....wow i cant even get a word for it...just wow |
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Re: to whom it may concern
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 12th November 2010 @ 05:13:25 PM AEST
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| I'm not sure what this poem is about...but I'm glad you made the effort... |
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Re: to whom it may concern
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by RunawayAngel on
Sunday, 14th November 2010 @ 03:04:33 PM AEST
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| i love how u express urself |
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Re: to whom it may concern
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by Song_of_Sarah on
Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 03:20:15 PM AEST
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| I thought it was fantastic. I really enjoyed the progression from the beginning where it felt like you were calling for a rebellion to the self-discovery at the end. I feel like the shift from being the outcasts or abused to being people who should find the strength to overcome within themselves brought a kind of peace and security. There was a point around the wolves section where it seemed this poem would have no hope, and then suddenly it was as if someone had your back. There was perseverance and a kind of calm in the middle of the storm. Very good. |
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