This isn't what I would consider a 'poem', but it ain't prose and it sure wouldn't fit anywhere else. It's just one huge mutha of a vent. I *really* needed to get this out. It's really long and all oveer the place,  so if you're not in the mood for broody moody stuff, give this a pass         . I've had to edit a whole lot out of this, but if you'd like the other version, you're quite welcomed to ask.

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                   i want to
                              rip
            flick     flick
    flip
                 your burning image
                    from beneath my
    grating eyelids.

                    you are that
                        splinter
               that demands ejaculations of
                            loathing
        madness
                  and hot tears as you,

    upon your accusatory vantage point,

                     judge me.


     hate  grows
                     till it collapses onto itself
                     and becomes a black hole
     consuming you.

                   but it doesn't affect you (it kills me)
                          as you
                      sit
                 in your fumes of arrogance,

                       fumes which keep my
                    anger simmering behind
    closed doors.

         a door that  hangs
          off its hinge
                    and keeps you
                 from me
                                and strikes your
                resentment as your arm

      claws

                  through that gap
    (between hinge and frame)
  
                       to snatch up handfuls of hair
            and rip me of my sanity
    simultaneously.


                  i loathe every
               breath
   you suck.
                  i'd squeeze your lungs
            wrap them in plastic
                 burn them down to ashes

                     to redeem

                every breath
   you've made me hold
                in this house you've built

                                     and for that part of me which you've made.

                  i want my screams
                to pierce your snores

                        and rage throughout your dreams like
   you do in mine.

                  i tried to kill you
                      but the
                               rubber
                                        sink
                had so many holes
   you survived.

   you ran outside
                   knowing my ears
                                                       were open
                                and told the world
                   of my defeat.

   you lied
                  and even as I lie here ,
   you lie.

                       gratify yourself
                             through the taunts of a child

                  raising flesh , red and heated
                           upon my neck.

                 i saw a dog
(as black and as loud as you)
                      snap at me from under yellowed eyes.
   he swallowed you

                          and lurked almost danced
          around me as i gathered
                    my child
              away from your beastly glare

                 ….Unsure in my haste if you'd been eaten or just kept safe....

                                                                           kept safe like the
                                                                          belt fastened around
                                                                               your obese waist  
        for more then one
  convenience.

                              and now,
                                    now
                                     you sit there
                                               amidst your
                   self-righteousness
                          and
                                piety
                              
                                raping my worth and esteem
                    
                         with deep throated grunts of assumption.

                        failing in your attempt
            to make up for the
                          inadequacy you feel
                                                                in not holding

                          the reigns of this
                                        strange
                      unwanted
                                progeny.  

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breathe...
             

Oh, I included a few bits and pieces from my dreams...but I think you can figure out which bits are dreamscape and which aren't.

Are you scared?                                          BOO! Are you now?

[This message has been edited by cherish (11-07-2002 08:26 PM).]

“A single choice can build destinies, or destroy them.”

Getting away, isn't Running away.

"The hurt that you try to hide, is killing me."

Consider yourself added to the hitlist.

Excuse me for one second while I pick my mouth up off the floor. wow Cherish...this was powerful.  One of my favorites by you. Venting's always nice to do, especially when you can make enough sense of the things going through your head to put them on paper.  I might just put this in my library.  It can go along with the other like 6 poems that I put in there; so consider yourself lucky just kidding! Miss ya cher!

-Kiley

**You can't always trust the people you want to**

what if they gave a war, and nobody came...