Teen Poetry #6 |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
You ask again how I feel. How I feel? I feel that.. You are clothed in false human kindness that looks exceptional and edible but one small taste reveals a bitterness that fills the lungs and stomach like the old remnants of vomit which makes me gag in reflex scramble back gasping for air unable to tell if I manage a breath or die choking and spluttering in an undeniable flood of my own bile. That is how I feel. If you did not want to hear the answer you should not have asked the question There should be a psychology of feet. For do we not make decisions with our legs and walk about on our brains? What do you mean "No, not really"? |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
Hmmm....sounds like you're experiencing technical difficulties with life. I hope things get better. Good luck. i thought the poem was fine, full of bitterness and angst, but fine nonetheless. We need more angry poems all the lovy dovy stuff is making my mind collapse upon itself. -j- Look at the sun and burn your eyes. You'll be fine in the end. |
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