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Idlewarrior
09/05/08, 08:30 PM
Space and time have their own subtleties
Using rhyme and pressure to feel through
The end of rage, an angry kid in a cage

His parents despise that smile from eye to eye
An ugly child sent from hell to suffer relentlessly
An unaccustomed alien entity takes a role
In the growth of this monster beast

Hands of soft woven blankets of grandmothers make
And the scent of blessed death caresses me
Smothering my nostrils, I cough up the bitterness
Kept to keep a memory alive, why not to die

Tastes of displeasure and an awkward dignity
Like a peanut butter and jelly,
Making love on the roughened surface of bread
Adolescent in a sense, just don’t leave me

Failing to go down, the swelling of my mouthy appendage
It grew to sour, and bit off my Lips
A corner stone in my discovery of evil, what am I now?
You make me beg like an unbroken stone in desert dunes
Whole and complex, what if I lose, What if I lose…?

Telling the master mind, Jesus Christ, I was worthy
Worthy enough to be antagonist, to realize
I should just die, Like shakespeare and his time

deathbatgurl
09/14/08, 09:29 AM
wow. u really like to write