Struggle feeds existence

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited August 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Nothing portable sun is in cooking, all none of about everything.
Bare mind, rare not, flesh unhealthy starving tattoos beat belly on drum.
Ground crusted dust into mouth, some teeth, some fallen loose.
Ingathering none harvested skies are like enemies to be prayed under.
Raindrop dreams flooded by wishful pillows.
Clouds none.
Burning molten footprints lead down endless trails of thirst.
Starvation, the lack is overbearing.
Suffering life, life suffers to be.
All is everyday filled long under decomposing almost walking not living.
Tears drying eyes, cheeks wait for what is promises broken never to come.
Burning bones wrapped in withering suffering, scream silently.
Morning songbirds mourning bring shallow dusty graves.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Comments

  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    The mixed up construction makes this one interesting. It helps to illustrate the feeling of a struggle, a block, or some discomfort.
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  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    I often have weird dreams, usually bordering on nightmares. This one made me feel like my dreams do
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    "Bare mind, rare not, flesh unhealthy starving tattoos beat belly on drum."


    fucking whaaa



    very lovely
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