enable the push
slipstream malcontent
we feed you too often
do you hurt
i mean the bones scraping, twitching, fiery plasma burn across bleeding eyes that scream take me out, the ugly beaten bruised hurt that saps vitality like a teenager downing a Big Gulp, the rearranged cut brain shaving off my insides full of ants and spiders eating me from the inside out pain?
then speak not to me of pain
we would despise you if not for act of futility
lets’s see what you got
pretend to be something you are not
enchantments you cast drooping slipping one
i see you
i know you
How I long for the antithesis of you
my rainbow is black and my sun turns gray
how I do so miss the shadows of yesterday
skull crusher of anathema
shattered lover of crooked cross
when next we meet, I will introduce you
for I know you
and still I struggle to carry you
my hateful
my unnamed
WoW!!! The unnamed takes over…..once you acknowledge…….what follows is a crawling self……… 🙂 🙂
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🙏❤
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My rainbow is black and my sun is grey; amazing line
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Thank you friend 🙏
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This brought tears to my eyes. Your writing is so powerful.
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I’m flattered! Thank you. 🙏
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The great Olde Punk of RamJet Poetry
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This is my favorite of all your poems (so far). I loved it. Brilliant!
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Thank you my friend. That means a lot coming from you. I hold you in high regard. 🙏
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I’m not sure why, lol, but I like that you do. I just really liked how it went, with the large paragraph in the middle. Like thoughts that jumble and swirl in the mind, anxiously awaiting dispensation.
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I do that sometimes, mixing verse and prose. It just feels right in some of my work. Thanks again Ward
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It does feel right!
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OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
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Amazing!
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Thanks 😊
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“i mean the bones scraping, twitching, fiery plasma burn across bleeding eyes that scream take me out, the ugly beaten bruised hurt that saps vitality like a teenager downing a Big Gulp, the rearranged cut brain shaving off my insides full of ants and spiders eating me from the inside out pain?”
Loved the unexpected speed in this! 🙂
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Thank you 🙏
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Absolutely love that picture that goes with your poem. Beautiful.
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Thanks!
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Seems like your pushing the idea of poetry and your doing a damn good job at it.
My favorite line:
the rearranged cut brain shaving off my insides full of ants and spiders eating me from the inside out pain?
What and where did you come up with this line? This whole poem my friend is gold.
Creatively dark, & experimentally brilliant. 🙂
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Hey thank you very much Charlie! I sometimes mix poetry and prose when it feels right, idk, it just comes to me. I really appreciate the praise my friend, comments like this make it worth the work.
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You welcome my friend.
Exactly, mixing poetry and prose or other genres does tend to push the writer into a more different area of mind blending writing and really hitting the mark. 🙂
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👍
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