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Adriana Moraes Mar 2015
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  

and sick

that sometimes my heart failed to beat with my brain and instead fell into
perfect
uneven
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

spine
clavicle
esophagus

and I pretended to sleep

cut
nick
slash

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
not boys

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.
Jackie G Mar 2018
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!
Ottar Mar 2015
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
Ryan Spencer Aug 2014
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
by
line
by
lonely lonely line--
bye-- bye-- bye--

Dignants’ confabulation with the legal writ may render profit
but of what avail when they cannot
revel.

Rebel:
These days, we do not trrrrrill our words
or fascinate on the decomposition of lane-goo-age.
Oneway-coyish-maturation.

Be Flame
Be Boy
Be Ant

I am
die
gene
err
rat
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
Everyday
Oneway
Or another
And I'm trapped
Forced to see their
Faces
Once more
But longer
It seems
Each day.

The clock ticks
And the time
Passes surely
But slowly
Getting no rest
Just
Trapped
In class
For hours.
Alexander Coy  Jul 2016
M.D.
Alexander Coy Jul 2016
Hello to everyone,

I suffer from an
paralyzing case
of shyness,

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;
before Space
arrived
and took
everything away

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
any pain

But would you just stay
anyway?

At least until the voices
become silent
whispers at the end
of this deep
dark
cave

Hello, self
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

cost.
Woody Jun 2019
I appreciate irony
and the mysteries
of ancient history
funny in a way
(ironically)
you might say
given the path
I find myself on
a oneway track
like a hollow log
I’ve crawled through
a **** dog
narrow viewed
singleminded
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 —