A new offering for the day

ColumbusDecanter

This is, in my opinion, the best thing I have ever written...
If you could know what made me write this, and experience it for yourself, you would know that I pinned the fucking tail right on the jackass of a situation...


Depression, pain, and broken legs...
Multimillionaires...
Ask me why I'll never cease to fight...
But no one really cares...
Feeling cold and bare...
To skim the ground, still cut and red...
But you're never quite aware...

Gracious color tones...
Sunny skies when all the stones are thrown...
Smiles in passing...
Feelings never known...
The sky is falling down in hopes to speak with you alone...

Radiation poisoning... sickening...
You'll know my blood is thickening...
You'll hear my guilt, you'll hold it down...
You'll strike it, I'll be listening...

I'll pass the notes
They'll pass your thoughts
They'll pass your eyes
The battles fought
Every ounce of you I sought
All of you I captured, everything I caught
Every spoken word and every wish and every thought...
Is lost.

ColumbusDecanter

I guess the "no one really cares" line rings true then, eh?

tenaciousA

Originally posted by ColumbusDecanter


To skim the ground, still cut and red...
But you're never quite aware...

....

Every ounce of you I sought
All of you I captured, everything I caught
Every spoken word and every wish and every thought...
Is lost.

this is really nice nicotinewish kidding, kidding... your username just makes me think of that...


....the ground still cut and red...


that's my favorite line


thank you for sharing

DriftingInThinAir

That is a very fascinating piece. Doesn't seem like a very envious situation to be in. But our best and worst times make for our most inspired work, and it seems you captured and made the most of an afflicted situation and created a poem worthy of admiration and acclaim. Impressive, my friend.

Thanks for sharing!

Peace

ColumbusDecanter

Thanks

tenaciousA

the ground still cut and red
i bled
and scraped
and fled
moved dirt to fill
the vaccuous
black hole
in you
osmosity
my main concern

the ground still cut and red
i ran
the never moving
moving van
through halls
at clips that scared the beast
this fall
i feel
like uncured meat

hanging dry
dripping lye

the bunnies called
their fear to come
to beat them in
the noon-day sun
in front of
every single one
to wedge their heads
'neath boot strap tread
to fear the dead
and curse the dying

ColumbusDecanter

Smooth hellos
I'm saying, smiling
Buried in my own head's lining...
Cut beneath the scab's thin coating...
Desire, want, intensifying...
Infinities of rampant pilings...
Toppled down with worlds colliding...
Clues behind my frantic writhings...
Upon your step my world is riding...
Line 2, sec. 4, par. 9 reminds me...
To fall asleep before my eyes bleed...
The deepened pulses sense the sirens...
Alarm is screaming, phone is ringing...
In hope of hope my throat is tight'ning...
Throughout my brain your voice is chiming...
Beneath my lungs the air is rising...
I hear you breathe in perfect timing...

tenaciousA

fuggin sweet

DriftingInThinAir

Hey Tenacious / CD... im impressed with both of your work, keep posting quality material. I thought i would add a little something of my own. I just modified it, and want to see what kinda reaction it gets.


Distraught

What force subdues me to this wretched pain
When I’ve not tangled in a mal-tempered fight?
My crimson blood flows weakly in my veins
With fear that mem’ries could be her last sight.
To escape myself through a drink of sin
Proved not to be the potion with a cure.
This horror my heart holds hostage within
Persists like a beast, with untamed furor.
I wish to descend into hopeful dreams,
But dark vehemence fails to yield relief.
The demon relents not, midst silent screams,
Feeding on lack of strength and faint belief.
Seething inside this disease shall remain;
Her love, the only tonic for the pain.


Thanks ahead of time

Peace

DriftingInThinAir

whoops, didnt mean to put sad as my icon... oh well fits with the poem

even flow?

I like this ditty.

the unseen

the bunny's dead
eyes wide open
tufts of fur
stuck in the sole
of my shoe
the dirt
drinks happily
the offering i made
yea.....
drink up
drink up
the rounds on me
i wipe my blade
across the grass
then sheath
the silent killer
humming a tune
i walk to the house
tossing the foot
from hand
to hand
good luck charm
good luck charm
good luck charm
good luck charm
yea....
i thought so
sorry about
your luck mr bunny
i make my own
fuck you

ColumbusDecanter

Haha "thanks ahead of time"

Pretty cool poem, Drifting... I like...




And, Unseen.... I love the irony