poems by sevensins

sevensins

i figured i'd put everything in one place. a new stepm in organizing my life. feel free to post your poems here as well, in fact posst anything that comes into your pretty little heads:P enjoy...

"perish the thought"
the smoke thick in aperence clears as my eyes focus,
some fogoten deed delt with in the absence of myself,
the glass is left half empty on a table just out of my reach
the room to litered to move if one tried,
so i liter my self with the liter itself to contemplate a legend

my own fears look up from benieth the ash of my last cigarete,
belemic brains and overfed self loathing of my body and soul blend together,
creating the most beautiful shade of red

messages left on pieces of paper forgotten next to the unplugged telephone,
this room will hold the held in its grasp,
protective and destructive in its own right

i lay out my cloths on the defiled floor,
a stained dress to be worn to no ball,
i'm dressed in prage and ready to be shot down in the hunt,
caught in the river finless only to be thrown back to perish under the thought

sevensins

dry youself off, its rather cold outside for colds to be catching you
epic insition intersects my interstate ten car pile up,
breaking the bewilderd blind man breaking into my house was rather amusing,
he put up a good fight but i bit his fucking ear off

salty the taste of your mouth is in the semen stains to puple rains,
say it dont spray it asshole,
dont just stand there get me some water

the flesh is thicker under your nails digging into my coldest toe,
idisition and falling to falling on flightless perch of a soud bird was flying and i saw......

sevensins

uh huh, she says she says i know she said she'll be talking when she's silent, be silent. be something a little more.....what i'm looking for
which is of course everything you could never be,
she says
she says i'm changing, but change is what she wanted
but not what she needed, she needed......she.......she..she needed a mirror, a oputunity of self refection and deseption to recall my memory.
i need a memory of love, even if just for the night

shattering glass is a pass time and will pass the time it takes to take time away from you, i need another breath.....i need a......i need a......i need a kiss,
a kiss a kiss, you......your......your something.....oh your something......i tell ya'

could you spare a cent, i must repent, i must convent, convert, this earth, rebirth, this dirt will make me better, will eat me i'll eat it i'll make you...i'll.......................i'll make you...i'll make you love me.....you...you..i love you.......were'd she go?.......where?......what?......why'd ya leave me......can i get another lullaby? a di?? a cry?...........you cry! i'm fine..........


i told you
i told her
disregard
the blantent sighns
i shouldn't hold her..........

sevensins

the steeple looks too steep to climb, i've ripped the shingles too many times
so i'll join in chant with alter boys, who sing of all there christmas toys
I've written letters to this man, every year it's in my plan
but still it seems, they werent recieved

the tree looks too high to climb, but daddys drinken all the wine
and I am scared of his rage this year....
each branch feels brittle as I climb for hope, I cant see the top
but the angels sang to me, that on christmas we can see
that love would be shared, and there hatered would be impared

The moon looks too far away to reach, but what can logic teach?
the saying go's that when you know you never know, you've learned too much
by the time I reached the top, I feared how to take my leave
the moon was still too far, I relised I was far away from seeing any stars

Heaven looks too far to see, so how will mommy talk to me?
I wrote her letters, but daddy to them he said her
death was his fault
I climbed back down to the glowing door, saw my daddy still on the floor
with her picture in his hand he slept, in his eyes i knew he'd wept
but he'd be up soon I knew, so I ran to my room to avoid the broom
that sweeps me under every rug, when the hand comes down to hit the face its ug-ly
its ug-ly

Mechroroboticon

I don't know. Self-explanitory. Couldn't think of anything better to say.