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Deviant Behavior

I'm dreaming of bleeding My hearts in receding A darkness descending In chambers unending I just want to flippin die It's so putrid, I could cry Could you please tell me why The root of my disease Will I rise from this beating These pieces are excreting Or, will I wither away Decaying and replaying The love that you gave Dusted poison apon my grave Your shovel was digging Into my soul, it was stripping Away with your laced pain Taking a bullet, to your domain I survived, unscathed Or did I, really

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Darren White

Date: 1/11/2017 11:52:00 PM

I write my demons away too. I love how YOU do that

Kyle Kriticos

Date: 12/19/2016 4:30:00 AM

This is brilliant !

Holly Bohto
Date: 12/19/2016 10:48:00 AM

Thanks Kyle. You are a gifted writer. Thanks for reading my poem.

James Inman

Date: 12/18/2016 1:48:00 PM

I liked CayCay's comment about your write. Raw, intense emotion displayed in a reactive poem that creates a cringe as you read it. Very good.

Holly Bohto
Date: 12/19/2016 10:52:00 AM

Thank you James. Where would we writers be without intense emotions? I don't want to find out.

Caycay Jennings

Date: 12/17/2016 8:44:00 PM

Holly - some might shy away wondering how to console you if this is true - but I'm just gonna focus on the poem because I don't know you. It is dramatic and a pouring of self on to paper so you can grasp it, absorb it in a poetic fashion and that, to me, makes it raw. My bet would be this has been a feeling you've lived, but do not sustain on a daily basis, and in that way, I relate to the feel, intensity and emotional outpouring so creatively reveiled ... CayCay

Holly Bohto
Date: 12/17/2016 10:12:00 PM

thank you Cay Cay. I write my feelings. humanity is real. and if people shy away. it's because.. they don't want to face... their demons ..anyway...art can be dark.. we all have different circum stances. that's life... no paradise.. for every one... I just take abuse and pain and turn it into art. that's how I move on.