Short Mutilate Poems
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Windowless with only a door
I sit still, listening
Can they hear me?
Can they take the pain?
Chains, they mutilate!
Rubbing my battered flesh.
Smoke and mirrors
Fill my lungs
The smoke seeps
I gasp for air
The mirrors mutilate
Cutting my inside
But you were all I had to breathe
And you were all smoke and mirrors
Form:
Although, being cautious during explorations,
forests generally host intrinsic jeopardy.
Killer leopards mutilate not only people, quickly.
Readily, saving them until voracity wants: Xena; Yaks; Zebras.
12/27/2016
at whatever age you find your voice
guard it
or they will pry it from your throat
silence your truth
mutilate your self-worth
barricade your life against such violence
arm yourself with nuclear verbs
and whatever you do
don't stop talking
At dusk shall hatch the seed
They creep from cracks to sever, mutilate and shred
And they breed
Then feed - insane
Their banquet lies within my head
Warm brain
Mind - ill
But not yet dead
Kill
At dusk shall hatch the seed
Their banquet lies within my head
Kill
mutilate
manipulate
touch
fondle
and burn
fleshes wounds
hot wax's touch
not too little
not much
choke
gloat and burn in hell
I see her face
hot sand
cold hands
man to man
twisted corpse
mine to warp
melting pot of
your hot
retort
deeper into
your mind
like a tape worm
dripped in wine
Form:
To resist the op(press)ion
of the two (dement)sional flatland world of glossy magazines,
I have (ob)seen women
Mutilate their forearms with deep(er) strokes of a razor
So that they may prove with their b(lo)ody
To themselves and their (conf)users
That their image (has depth)
Has depth (their image
Has depth)
Desensitized
from the world'd murky underbelly
self mutilate your soul
free your mind
serve the masses to the wolves
controlled by greedy mercenaries
hungry for power
society corrupted by corporate logos
brainwashed to purchase the goods
materialism to the very core
money equals power
equals corruption
billions spent on warfare
kill to make that green
evil has no borders
Cemetery soul’s hang
Creative mind die’s
Colourful dreams hang
Wonderful! Nature cries
Insane creative act
Inside white paper
High mental rate
“Gives no water”
Twenty-many soul’s wonder
Dry, rainy session
Mutilate fleshy under
Sensitive smiling session
Lustful eye’s below
Pregnant, Insane carry
Young life below
Man’s baby carry
Eulogy shook infant
Cry, Joy sings
Fate stood erect
Creative mind sings.
Form:
Cemetery soul’s hang
Creative mind die’s
Colourful dreams hang
Wonderful! Nature cries
Insane creative act
Inside white paper
High mental rate
“Gives no water”
Twenty-many soul’s wonder
Dry, rainy session
Mutilate fleshy under
Sensitive smiling session
Lustful eye’s below
Pregnant, Insane carry
Young life below
Man’s baby carry
Eulogy shook infant
Cry, Joy sings
Fate stood erect
Creative mind sings.
Form:
The summer created a chance to stop pretending.
The summer created a true and perfect ending.
I wanted to find the reasons why,
but all my will has dried up and died,
left only to self mutilate and cry.
As the flowers wither away,
I turn to grey.
I lose all hope of anyone finding me.
I cannot stop the decay eating away at me.
Dig the needle into the skin.
The strings hold together,
what would fall out,
in.
I pick and scratch and stretch
Mutilate
Infect
Bleed
It drives me, separate
From relief
Akin to hunger.
Manual breathing
Counting
The minutes
The bites
The steps
Call it a quirk
I name it demand.
Addiction
What is an addict…
There is no powder
Or liquid
But still I feel ants under my skin
Until the ritual is complete.
Compulsion is one thing
Obsession another
But when the two meet,
The horseman ride
And I don’t know if the end will come.