I wallowed in Rot's deliciously perverse dudgeon (dungeon)
I'm still glad I helped soil your thread
Boobs make great floatation devices
I had to dig my mother up just to make sure she was dead
I enjoy a good tongue lashing
Some thoughts are like maggots
De Cries Me when I stand at the edge of the polluted lake and want to go skinny dipping
I like to wear my stained smiles and I don't care what people think of that
AD D9 made me smile
And when the white lines go through my mind I can only feel my nose bleed while I grind my teeth
And there is insanity in my family
And there's is family in my insanity
To Rot:
I opened you up
Read the inscription
Had a tear by pg.9
Wanted a shower by pg.29
Needed to shower by pg.49
Had to go shower by pg.69
Got out and only my hair and skin were clean
Looked at the rain falling outside my window
Pissing down
Got to pg.118 and went for a walk to the dirty lake
Came back (I survived)
Sat at the kitchen table
Pen and pad in hand
Thoughts bursting forth
From the swollen, long unstroked erection that portrudes from the black demon that likes to fornicate with my brain
I got two hands on it
And chocked it
It blew it's wad all over my face and glued my eyes open
You made my subconscious too curious
You helped her get in
Gave her directions
Told her where to find the key
While I had my back turned
She stole the keys
She knew she had to see
She didn't realize
She slid the key in the lock
Of the large steel door of the blacked pith that lays deep within my soul
It broke free it's tattered and worn bindings
Casually sleighed subconcious and tossed her aside
Found me
Opened it's gaping, oozing maw and closed it's jaws round my left arm and my head so that I'd view the burning, reeking, putrid,
vile, bile of my past that it contained within
It filled my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth
I'm gagging, senses buzzing
Cracking my skull, filling it with what I thought I'd locked away so well, so long ago
I should have burned it along with the pages of bitter beauty in that brilliant fire, hot embers like the hair that's now matted to my head
But I couldn't bring myself to burn them all alive back then.
To Myself:
She wanted to kill me
She bore me
Bathed me
Raised me
Lied, deceived
Believe you, me
Her husband lay on his sofa inside the bottle
A bleary vision
Awash in his own putre-scents
Just like his family
Wear those smiles
Or what will the neighbours think
Do they matter, all our shit stinks
Is Satan real?
Is he like Jesus?
I never get what I want for his birthday
I must be a bad girl
Like mom always said
I swallow that vile liquid down
Like bitter dark chocolate coating my tongue
People who mold you
Bust you down
Bitter
Friends, loved ones, liars
Whole world turned upsidedown
Mother lay with my dear little sister's boyfriend
Talk of the frowns
Fists, fights, misery
Left us for disaster, deserted
BITCH
Copulated, fucked for 3 more
COVETOUS WRETCH, WHORE
Sometimes the crimson slashes across my eyes
Sometimes it squishes out from between my thighs
Sometimes I'd leave but it's not my choice
I am of this
I am?
I am, I try
I am
the crazy diamond
Like every diamond
I came from the deepest, darkest mines (minds)
Years of compression (repression)
Chipped free
Re-sculpted beauty
I can cut glass
Wish I could cut you so you could bleed it too!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
I've created a monster
or at least unleashed
a more robust tongue
a moribund song
spritting cinnamon
and cyanide
when you step outside yourself
you never leave footprints
"From the swollen, long unstroked erection that portrudes from the black demon that likes to fornicate with my brain
I got two hands on it
And chocked it"
Drama class was fun
I enjoyed it, kilt clad & fancy free
One day I was 1st to class
There was a baby doll
Hancuffed to my teacher's office door handle
He laughed and said "I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GOING TO GET IT OFF"
I said "I CAN GET IT OFF"
Inside my bag I went
Found my keys
Found the handcuff key
Removed the cuff from around the dolly's neck
Removed the other cuff from around the door handle
Smiled at the teacher, teacher smiled back
Teacher said "You're so alluring"
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Being Enlightened Drama class was fun
I enjoyed it, kilt clad & fancy free
One day I was 1st to class
There was a baby doll
Hancuffed to my teacher's office door handle
He laughed and said "I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GOING TO GET IT OFF"
I said "I CAN GET IT OFF"
Inside my bag I went
Found my keys
Found the handcuff key
Removed the cuff from around the dolly's neck
Removed the other cuff from around the door handle
Smiled at the teacher, teacher smiled back
Teacher said "You're so alluring"
wish you had been there when Harborview Hospital mistook me for a drug addict and tied me down on a gurney and rollled it into a detox room and locked the bed to a giant hook in the wall with blood on it!
Originally posted by BhagavadGita wish you had been there when Harborview Hospital mistook me for a drug addict and tied me down on a gurney and rollled it into a detox room and locked the bed to a giant hook in the wall with blood on it!
NEXT TIME MAYBE
Ha! Ha! That was my blood on the hook! I tried to detox myself, such a beautiful mess! But then they came in & some woman started screaming and all the bliss I was feeling started fleeing again and then they stuck the needle in my arm and shoved a little pill down my throat and it made me stop feeling everything.
I think I saw them wheeling you by but I can't be sure because I wasn't really there at all you see.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley I am the cadaver
it is my body you're after
stitch me with worms, arms
keep falling off
if you step on them
it's almost like we're hugging.
Said the mortitian to the fly.
As he unzips his pants and gets ready for yet another deadly ride.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Originally posted by BhagavadGita if you are referring to having relations with dead people.
i know you were there.
i screamed your name while i was rolling by staring at the ceiling as the panels pass by with intercomes and green lighting.
Yup - just a little mental necrophelia!
Hey! Now I got validation! I'm on a day pass---been on it for a few years now-hee hee! I don't know if they're just inept at looking for me or if I'm just a brilliant escape artist.
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Note: the problem with mr miller for me is that we only had about 10 songs in our jukebox in 7th grade. so after awhile all the songs reminded you of different cafeteria food or the times people laughed so hard that milk would coem out your nose,
school lunch spaghetti is what i hear when i eat steve miller band.
Originally posted by setaside2 I don't know who this seaside is you speak of, sounds like a nice place, but my neck likes a good vampire nibble or three...
and you seem appropriate for such things.
Tell your coworker what you are thinking and watch the color drain from his face.
Jessica huh? Does someone do your voice overs for you?
And while you all are cowboys and sinners you can just call me Steve Miller
I like to misspell just to piss people off, it's fun Steve.
I only bite when I go out at night.
He actually likes what I'm thinking (uh-oh) and up here it's coloUr not color.
Sinners are much more fun.
I do my own voice overs. Un-huh!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
The end is a place we travel to
Always "in transit" never touching the sides
like a favourite bevarage
imbibing all the wants and needs of a generation
Embarkation, checking the passes
all aboard the good ships
into the future that we carve out
for ourselves not the kids
Where are the smiles and why are we "cynical beyond years"?
Seen the TV
Everyday that goes by is a shorter part of life
than the one we lived before
Homos get the fun
Straights get the duty
Bisexuals just wither
What are we supposed to do?
Is there a flower that pushes through our cracks?
Is there a germ that sprouts and answers us back?
Is there a denument that leaves us satisfied?
Are we ending a rerun series before syndication?
I can't be held responsible for my actionless charades
I have to take my valium for kicks
I save lives in my mind
I kill kids in reality
by buying their wares
Burning woods that I coulda bred with
Comments
I wallowed in Rot's deliciously perverse dudgeon (dungeon)
I'm still glad I helped soil your thread
Boobs make great floatation devices
I had to dig my mother up just to make sure she was dead
I enjoy a good tongue lashing
Some thoughts are like maggots
De Cries Me when I stand at the edge of the polluted lake and want to go skinny dipping
I like to wear my stained smiles and I don't care what people think of that
AD D9 made me smile
And when the white lines go through my mind I can only feel my nose bleed while I grind my teeth
And there is insanity in my family
And there's is family in my insanity
To Rot:
I opened you up
Read the inscription
Had a tear by pg.9
Wanted a shower by pg.29
Needed to shower by pg.49
Had to go shower by pg.69
Got out and only my hair and skin were clean
Looked at the rain falling outside my window
Pissing down
Got to pg.118 and went for a walk to the dirty lake
Came back (I survived)
Sat at the kitchen table
Pen and pad in hand
Thoughts bursting forth
From the swollen, long unstroked erection that portrudes from the black demon that likes to fornicate with my brain
I got two hands on it
And chocked it
It blew it's wad all over my face and glued my eyes open
You made my subconscious too curious
You helped her get in
Gave her directions
Told her where to find the key
While I had my back turned
She stole the keys
She knew she had to see
She didn't realize
She slid the key in the lock
Of the large steel door of the blacked pith that lays deep within my soul
It broke free it's tattered and worn bindings
Casually sleighed subconcious and tossed her aside
Found me
Opened it's gaping, oozing maw and closed it's jaws round my left arm and my head so that I'd view the burning, reeking, putrid,
vile, bile of my past that it contained within
It filled my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth
I'm gagging, senses buzzing
Cracking my skull, filling it with what I thought I'd locked away so well, so long ago
I should have burned it along with the pages of bitter beauty in that brilliant fire, hot embers like the hair that's now matted to my head
But I couldn't bring myself to burn them all alive back then.
To Myself:
She wanted to kill me
She bore me
Bathed me
Raised me
Lied, deceived
Believe you, me
Her husband lay on his sofa inside the bottle
A bleary vision
Awash in his own putre-scents
Just like his family
Wear those smiles
Or what will the neighbours think
Do they matter, all our shit stinks
Is Satan real?
Is he like Jesus?
I never get what I want for his birthday
I must be a bad girl
Like mom always said
I swallow that vile liquid down
Like bitter dark chocolate coating my tongue
People who mold you
Bust you down
Bitter
Friends, loved ones, liars
Whole world turned upsidedown
Mother lay with my dear little sister's boyfriend
Talk of the frowns
Fists, fights, misery
Left us for disaster, deserted
BITCH
Copulated, fucked for 3 more
COVETOUS WRETCH, WHORE
Sometimes the crimson slashes across my eyes
Sometimes it squishes out from between my thighs
Sometimes I'd leave but it's not my choice
I am of this
I am?
I am, I try
I am
the crazy diamond
Like every diamond
I came from the deepest, darkest mines (minds)
Years of compression (repression)
Chipped free
Re-sculpted beauty
I can cut glass
Wish I could cut you so you could bleed it too!
I've created a monster
or at least unleashed
a more robust tongue
a moribund song
spritting cinnamon
and cyanide
when you step outside yourself
you never leave footprints
"From the swollen, long unstroked erection that portrudes from the black demon that likes to fornicate with my brain
I got two hands on it
And chocked it"
Oh, Yeah.
Thanks for the soiling.
Anytime! Thanks for the ressurection!
the lady with the iv
put some hot medicine
in my veins.
i feel i have lost my words
yet, all the words in rot
are mine too
*sitting here at 3am with nothing much to say except i wish i could explain myself better.
I find something new each time i pick it up. pretty worn by now.
BITCH NURSE DIESEL!!
LETS HOPE SHE ROTS IN hell.
not really
I enjoyed it, kilt clad & fancy free
One day I was 1st to class
There was a baby doll
Hancuffed to my teacher's office door handle
He laughed and said "I DON'T KNOW HOW I'M GOING TO GET IT OFF"
I said "I CAN GET IT OFF"
Inside my bag I went
Found my keys
Found the handcuff key
Removed the cuff from around the dolly's neck
Removed the other cuff from around the door handle
Smiled at the teacher, teacher smiled back
Teacher said "You're so alluring"
hearing you talk about handcuffs...........
Um, makes you wish you had a four post bed...
Makes you wish you worked in a head shop so you could see who buys those things...
Makes you want to go and get arrested...
Makes you wish you were my drama teacher...
wish you had been there when Harborview Hospital mistook me for a drug addict and tied me down on a gurney and rollled it into a detox room and locked the bed to a giant hook in the wall with blood on it!
NEXT TIME MAYBE
Ha! Ha! That was my blood on the hook! I tried to detox myself, such a beautiful mess! But then they came in & some woman started screaming and all the bliss I was feeling started fleeing again and then they stuck the needle in my arm and shoved a little pill down my throat and it made me stop feeling everything.
I think I saw them wheeling you by but I can't be sure because I wasn't really there at all you see.
it is my body you're after
stitch me with worms, arms
keep falling off
if you step on them
it's almost like we're hugging.
Said the mortitian to the fly.
As he unzips his pants and gets ready for yet another deadly ride.
if you are referring to having relations with dead people.
i know you were there.
i screamed your name while i was rolling by staring at the ceiling as the panels pass by with intercomes and green lighting.
Yup - just a little mental necrophelia!
Hey! Now I got validation! I'm on a day pass---been on it for a few years now-hee hee! I don't know if they're just inept at looking for me or if I'm just a brilliant escape artist.
I love gurney's at high speed. Sheets flappin like a bird with broken wings, people laughing and cheering as you fly by...
It's the sudden stop at the wall that hurts most
Good to have you back Gita.
Bring on the color. Bring in the noise. Static electricity my only toy.
if you fuck my neck with a rope.
Never ridden on a gurney :(
LOL! Is there any other way!
It's like a shopping cart but better--you don't have that caged feeling--it's like flying free!
I think it's great when you hit the wall, especiallly if you give your head a good crack!-stars & stripes forever!
And who are YOU garroting at this time B.E.?
If you take Being Enlightened initials and combine them with even flow?s, you get B.E.E.F.
My neighbour here at work keeps looking at me and smiling.
So I looked back and smiled too.
He has no fucking idea about what I'm thinking and that my thoughts are stinking.
Some people call me Jessica.
And seaside, your neck is looking quite inviting!
That IS funny! Where's the B.E.E.F.? LOL!
Some people call me a space cowboy.
Some people call me a gangster of love.
I'm a lover
I'm a sinner
I don't know who this seaside is you speak of, sounds like a nice place, but my neck likes a good vampire nibble or three...
and you seem appropriate for such things.
Tell your coworker what you are thinking and watch the color drain from his face.
Jessica huh? Does someone do your voice overs for you?
And while you all are cowboys and sinners you can just call me Steve Miller
shirley don't want to hurt no one.
Note: the problem with mr miller for me is that we only had about 10 songs in our jukebox in 7th grade. so after awhile all the songs reminded you of different cafeteria food or the times people laughed so hard that milk would coem out your nose,
school lunch spaghetti is what i hear when i eat steve miller band.
going to the yarn shop now!
bye bye
I like to misspell just to piss people off, it's fun Steve.
I only bite when I go out at night.
He actually likes what I'm thinking (uh-oh) and up here it's coloUr not color.
Sinners are much more fun.
I do my own voice overs. Un-huh!
and I like the dirt and muck on this poetry forum, you're all a sick bunch of weasels.
And I loves ya.
Awwwwwwww.
Haughty & Naughty!
Gag-alicious!
LOVE this!
you people are all deliciously twisted. i love to read your thoughts. wish i could let it flow so freely. i'm working on it, right Seta?
much love.
Always "in transit" never touching the sides
like a favourite bevarage
imbibing all the wants and needs of a generation
Embarkation, checking the passes
all aboard the good ships
into the future that we carve out
for ourselves not the kids
Where are the smiles and why are we "cynical beyond years"?
Seen the TV
Everyday that goes by is a shorter part of life
than the one we lived before
Homos get the fun
Straights get the duty
Bisexuals just wither
What are we supposed to do?
Is there a flower that pushes through our cracks?
Is there a germ that sprouts and answers us back?
Is there a denument that leaves us satisfied?
Are we ending a rerun series before syndication?
I can't be held responsible for my actionless charades
I have to take my valium for kicks
I save lives in my mind
I kill kids in reality
by buying their wares
Burning woods that I coulda bred with