Product No.3

StinkfootStinkfoot Posts: 546
edited February 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Donate organs for my cause.
Initiate the launch pad.
I am ready for my painting.
Avoid my eyes I'm allergic.

I drowned with my face in the washbowl.
It took my friend by surprise.
I think I am up for a medal.
It must be the way I am standing.

A candle sits on the T.V
It's doing nothing special.
But I see that look in it's eye.
It's telling me to be careful.
"I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready
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Comments

  • I love your last verse about the candle...nice wording
    It doesnt hurt.... when I bleed
    but memories...they eat me
    I've seen it all before,...
    bring it on cause I'm no victim.
    -Ghost
  • a poet wrote:
    I love your last verse about the candle...nice wording

    Thank you very much :)
    "I get into a state of consciousness that I can't explain. It is about feeling and not thinking. I get positive chills and insight into things that I can't get to any other way. It is Healing of the Soul." - Mike McCready
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