Onetime I let a boy inside my ribcage
I warned him upon entry that the path to the space between my lungs was a oneway ticket
that I had never smoked a cigarette,
but the walls inside me were tar-filled
that sometimes my heart failed to beat with my brain and instead fell into
synchrony with the faucet
where I threw-up cherry red the other night.
Onetime I let a boy with a knife inside my ribcage
and I had seen the knife
and I didn't care
he climbed inside me so gently
like he belonged there and was just taking his place
like a missing *****
he made me his home
reassembled my insides
vital pieces of me now resting on his body,
depending on his body
one hand on my heart
the other on my throat.
Onetime I let a boy with a knife and a bottle of bourbon live inside my ribcage
he cleaned the tar off the walls
but didn't cure the sickness
I think he liked the smell of it.
One night he carved his name everywhere
and I pretended to sleep
he tried to claim me
he tried to clean me
but lost souls can't be claimed
and I'll never be clean enough
my heart follows faucets
and that scared the boy
so one night he poured the bourbon down the throat he held
and I didn't stop him
and I almost drowned
gulp, gulp, gulp
slash, slash, slash
cursive illegible sorry's
over every spot he had once cut his name into
and he kissed the wounds
and I woke up heavy.
Organs are worthless without their host but
Onetime I watched a boy tear his way out of my ribcage.
Knife and empty bottle in his place,
nothing's been working right in there since.
I haven't let anyone in there since.
Childhood training sets our mental ONEWAY in Numerous OF ways to live.
As we grow of age We see different things that we may have not been TAUGHT at home.
THATS WHEN WE JUDGE! Unintentionally or Intentionally.
Either way we do!
I see MANY people as broken glass. If you handle them WRONG THEY WILL CUTT YOU!.
No matter where the glass is broken it is still harmful& FRAGILE!
Handle people with CARE. Now thats RIGHTEOUS!!!. People hurt. Rather rich or poor PEOPLE HURT. So NO matter if you SEE them as righteous or WICKED.
Show them LOVE. Because LOVE
COVERS A MULTITUDE OF SINSSSSSS!
SO WHAT IS WICKED
& WHAT IS RIGHTEOUS?
YOU CAN BE EITHER OF THE TWO...BUT IF YOU HAVE NO LOVE! YOU ARE WASTINGGGG!
Creeps the stench into the room,
Through an open door, our doom,
Oily sticky sour smell,
Ain't Heaven must be hell,
Large grow-op cannot be far,
Perhaps a skunk versus a car?
Peace and quiet taken for a oneway ride,
As there is now a stink, high on Eventide,
It has come in.
Tide of a certain breed
Language as you like.
Be it in the proverbial sentence as I do demonstrate
or in the slow callusing of the slow scrape of the slow,
trudging hand over paper--line
lonely lonely line--
bye-- bye-- bye--
Dignants’ confabulation with the legal writ may render profit
but of what avail when they cannot
These days, we do not trrrrrill our words
or fascinate on the decomposition of lane-goo-age.
One of my best pieces to date. Its a little different but hopefully in a good way. It may take a few reads to comprehend it completely.
I see these faces
And I'm trapped
Forced to see their
The clock ticks
And the time
Getting no rest
Hello to everyone,
I suffer from an
Hello from inside of my head;
I want out, but is
there an escape from within?
Let's greet each other
like the dusk and dawn;
before Time splintered
us into separate halves;
Hello, I see you noticed
the tears streaming down my face;
It doesn't give you the right
to ask me what's wrong
or if I feel
But would you just stay
At least until the voices
whispers at the end
of this deep
it's been a while
since we last talked;
and if I remember correctly,
it was about
how much a oneway ticket
to hell would
I appreciate irony
and the mysteries
of ancient history
funny in a way
you might say
given the path
I find myself on
a oneway track
like a hollow log
I’ve crawled through
a **** dog
in my pursuits
now looking back
I find myself stuck
hot on the trail
of bad luck, but what the ****
else could I have failed
to do that’s as interesting
as this long **** journey
I’ve been on since the beginning.
is there really heaven is there really hell
will we ever know will we ever tell
is it just a fable or a fantasy
is it just a myth that we will never see
are there really angels in the big up there
spreading out there wings flying everywhere
is the devil really there in his hell below
will there come a day when we will get to know
oneday we will see when its time to go
oneway or another we will get to know
the truth it will be there. then we can really see
if its really true not myth or fantasy
— The End —