stop

jamitjamit Posts: 49
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She walks round the table
grabs a cup and a spoon
pulls up a chair
drinks to her vice

meets a stranger with a familar face
strikes a match and puts it to
holds it in and pulls it out
she won't sleep...she won't sleep

Writing a message
just passing time
call her best friend
a slut and a whore

can't bear the thought
of one more provoking obscurity
handle her maturity
with no hold at all

sometimes she scares herself
the mirror sees cracks and reflects
and time only knows
what people will say

she won't do it
she won't have it
she won't admit it...
she won't quit it

tell me everything
pour your heart like a drain
she sinks and clogs
traping the weak

falling like a tree
burning, she goes out
screams and dissary
hits the dungen

i can't explain
i can only feel
i'll never be
i'll never be

change not only coins
a good thing comes to few
with this breath
i'll mimic you

trouble exists to a population
society screams
this word ****
what does it mean?

do it like a flower
spead like a seed
grow like the garden
die like a weed

if i had the clock
i'd STOP IT
and slap you with
the hands of time

yourself just be
yourself let me
ticking like a pulse
stopping like a habit

she winds down
before she breaks down
she sees only vengence and dismay
her life is turmoil...with no lay

grasps the summer
fighting mother nature
she stops and stares
stops and stares
stops and stares
stops and stares

dwindling like a buring candle
she can't escape now
pulls me closer
attemps a rescue

but its already dead
and flying back home
give it away
42 lost chromosomes
YOU ARE..FAITHFULL, but no TREMOR CHRIST, and there's a DEAD MAN..GIVEN TO FLY

"I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
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Comments

  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    i like this jamit but i will have to read it a few more times.. i think i've been there b4
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • jamitjamit Posts: 49
    bump
    YOU ARE..FAITHFULL, but no TREMOR CHRIST, and there's a DEAD MAN..GIVEN TO FLY

    "I feel the same way about disco as I do herpes" -Hunter S. Thompson
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