Disjointed, dissection.
Like that which came before.
Dissection like that which,
came before disjointed.
Like that which disjointed,
dissection came before.
Like that which came before.
Dissection, disjointed.
Sometimes I spit fire so hot Hell would be jealous. Most days my words burn people who Ignite my lonely flame, when they trigger an emotion and somehow cause me pain. Oftentimes it stings them to their core, they become riddled with doubt of the things they once thought to be true before. A glossectomy is something I am thinking of more and more.
The words are like daggers
And the tears begin to flow
Your hardened heart shows no glimmer
Ceases no light
All you speak is death and darkness
You leave me to die in agony
And quench in piles of trash
I long for something kind and gentle
Like a light switch always swinging into moods
Your corse demeanor your violent explosions
cracks my heart
Lonely and alone
I sit in silence and live in your remorse
For I'm Just a bag of bones.
I speak
without considering people's feelings--
BITE TONGUE!
I wink
foolishly in attempt to do a wicked plan--
NO LUCK!
I smack
my lips teasingly and annoyingly--
SOW LIPS!
I think
before I prank on my siblings--
DON'T EVEN!
I joke
around until I receive a laugh--
HA-HA...
I cry
out to get attention--
SHUT UP!
I chew
on my food loudly to irritate others--
CLOSE MOUTH!
I snap
my fingers in silliness--
QUIT IT!
I sneak
into my sister's room with a wake-up call--
GET OUT!
I write
in gibberish verses--
ERASE!
I type
my gibberish verses on Poetrysoup--
DELETE!!!!!!
I laugh
because I already posted my poem--
YOU FOOL!
I got
what I deserved--
A WACK!!!
I slam
my fist-shaped hands in sudden anger--
TRY ME!
I glare
at my bossy sister in disapproval--
WHAT BRO?
I close
my mouth so I won't say another word--
GOOD BOY!
contemplation,
do i blow my brains out now?
or do i sit here and count all of my blessings?
i want to scream.
let me just cut my skin off.
pealing it away layer by layer
let me count all of the insults that got beneath it.
all of the hurt, pain, sadness...
let it flow from me with the blood.
watch it drain as i lay there smiling.
is this the end?
or a peaceful beginning to a life i never knew?
years of a tortured soul pouring out,
you'd think it was an exorcism.
can all of this pain really hide in one soul?
how could it coexist with a child,
just a mere child of god?
it didn't and it never would...
not peacefully that is.
it tore at her insides,
pulling her deeper into this god damned
contemplation.
Calculate by inches,
reduce it more,
I need it finer,
go to centimeters,
No it is still crude,
get even more sharp,
lets divide the carp,
lets go in microns,
and use the knife,
dig it more and more,
till you have it to the core,
its about the same in life,
if you could get the moment sliced,
and clear enough in a neat dice,
you would have everything forming and dancing,
and it would be in nature,
that you would be glancing,
nature! whose author is God,
will you be anything short of,
that same very Lord.