Constipated conceptions of the world clog your mind
Distorting the truths of life, clouding over your minds eye.
Your breath is made foul by the words you speak
That hint at a decaying soul, a stench that comes from deep...
Your regurgitated re-enactments of what you think being ‘cool’ is
Repulse me, but I do not flinch away in disgust,
Instead I extend a hand, offering you a tissue
To wipe away that shit from your mind!!
dedicated 2 you chris.
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6 comments:
first ill claim these socks.
secondly.Bravo.i love this peace.It hurts.
I have followed you from my place. I now see I need to follow you through your other places. I'm very interested in seeing the development of your poetic style and content, your vision. But this piece is a distillation of pain.
Savage poetry is amazing...my work is still work in progress tho...distillation of pain...interesting analysis...
uhmm, very sharp n precise. i'd luv to read mo of ur poetry, am digging the art very mch.akueira
U realise am now a follower of this blog.....Still going thru, lots of yo posts.
cheers gal.
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