finally, the truth about me!
walden freeman
Posts: 511
i have become
handless and
armed myself
with legs and
tied, the runner
and my teeth
noosed to the door
i slammed on you
have been turned
into a knife
used to cut
your throat with kisses
or diamonds
now worth less
than coal
and coalitions
dig into the magma
which, to a degree
is boiling
over the rivers
through the woulds
and the would-nots
and the knots
in the shoelaces
that hang
from the telephone wires
in my hometown
oh, life has been
so beautiful to me
my father walked out
and my brother
is no where to be seen
and my sister is sick
and tired of me
and i wash up on beaches
by bars by cars
with foggy windows
where maps will be drawn
to direct the police
to other vehicles
without the insight
inherent in the passengers
to write terrible things
on sidewalks
in heiroglyphics
my body's been missing
my mind is minding
its business, personally
i have left the knives
in my back
so you have grips
to climb
and nest in the follicles
cut from my scalp
i've scratched
as if i'd find a fortune
but my head
is no lottery ticket
but a ticked-off
timebomb replacing
any alarm clocks
by your bed
while you sleep in
handless and
armed myself
with legs and
tied, the runner
and my teeth
noosed to the door
i slammed on you
have been turned
into a knife
used to cut
your throat with kisses
or diamonds
now worth less
than coal
and coalitions
dig into the magma
which, to a degree
is boiling
over the rivers
through the woulds
and the would-nots
and the knots
in the shoelaces
that hang
from the telephone wires
in my hometown
oh, life has been
so beautiful to me
my father walked out
and my brother
is no where to be seen
and my sister is sick
and tired of me
and i wash up on beaches
by bars by cars
with foggy windows
where maps will be drawn
to direct the police
to other vehicles
without the insight
inherent in the passengers
to write terrible things
on sidewalks
in heiroglyphics
my body's been missing
my mind is minding
its business, personally
i have left the knives
in my back
so you have grips
to climb
and nest in the follicles
cut from my scalp
i've scratched
as if i'd find a fortune
but my head
is no lottery ticket
but a ticked-off
timebomb replacing
any alarm clocks
by your bed
while you sleep in
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Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
PWNED.
holy shit dude.
i have no fucking clue.
feel free to share your laboratory scientific poetic scribble.
we are all friends here.
"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
Hmmmm....Maybe you're jealous of Walden.
I find your need to bash his work to be rather pretentious and definitely sad.
I think the fact that you probably read what i wrote as immediately negative, and immediately felt like running me down about it was the best way to go is a little sad....As Chadwick said, we're all friends here and i thought maybe giving some advice on titling would be helpful for Walden...I guess it was wrong.
Walden, lets get it straight.... I love the piece of writing...its very honest, and and even given to an English class would come off as well-written, and well divided. I was mere commenting that the title put me off a bit....It really lends itself to the reader thinking hte contents of this thread are going to be something like
Im sad
Lets have a cry
Come on guys
Lets start a fire
or something.....I'm sorry if i did offend the writer(anyone else can get fucked, it has nothing to do with you), i meant to be constructive not negative.
Leaving the pillow alone tonight
And I can see for miles
Speak father with all your might
Drive in one last nail
I’d walk right into your hands
From the end of the earth
I’d make one final stand
If you could see what I’m worth
He he...Last I spoke to Suppafreak I think she mentioned a crush on Walden Freeman.
Walden Freeman IS . . .
The ladies' man!
Rock on Walden!
Will you be at any shows?
I have a feeling Suppafreak would like to meet you.
And may warm-sea-winds from the south
give you a bulky zipper, a burly chest,
a oral treatment tool kit, and one writer's bag filled with your favorite writing supplies.
enjoy the summer.
"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