2004
Oct
11
2004
satisfaction
.satisfaction
is such a loaded word
guilt smothered thick
like a syrup
coating all sides
of potential slumber
a secret world
denied for survival,
and all i can do is wonder
and wonder
sick,ill,fantasy.
Jul
09
2004
like syrup
.My pain oozes
like syrup, slow on the drip
sticks to my insides and starts to rip
apart my nausea
wrecks the party
of one i'll not neglect you again
and i promise i'll be better
next time
won't forget.
Jul
09
2004
pink fodder
.Rage is such a
pretty word
wrapped nicely with a pink bow
i'd like to serve it at my next
dinner party with dozens of guests
turned bystanders
in this cold intervention
of hating myself
and realizing it's the peoples
surrounding my dilemmas
and nodding as if they understand.
yes.pretty pink bows.is whats next.
May
27
2004
.ground.
.ground.
.Pride is the virus
of aging men -
we'll plaster and die
in vain to spin cargos and amass
so-called fortunes
guaranteeing our spot
in the ground.
Feb
01
2004
Help
Created crafty poetry
to defile coded misery
and get outside the box: read head
Screams of anguish plentiful
and scars removed from bed
.Help.
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