tired and exhausted
both hard breathing
we've reached our limit
but there's no stopping

pushing each other to the wall
heating up with slapping
just waiting for someone to fall
down on the floor, her being pinned, sweating

not contented, I gripped both of her hands in one hand
then she wriggled, grunting, yelled each other's names.
pierced her with all my might; sliding it in one go.
She moaned but her eyes remains that i am the one to blame.

I pushed deeper and she moaned longer
leaving me with her final last breath.
from her and in my hands, i see blood
our fight finally ended, no more threat

I brushed my hair up; blood drips
a victory for a revengeful whip
from the window, heard the cop's siren
my face is nothing but a devil smiling

He passed in double yellow
Like he was heading to a fire
Really nothing to you
Yet it provoked your righteous ire

Would it make a difference
If you felt the fiery flames
Watched a simple man's dreams
Consumed in a flippant blaze

Would it make a difference
If you saw his baby trapped inside
Or counted the tormentous days
'til his agony would subside

That waitress was a little rude
Like she wasn't really there
She just found her husband cheating
And she's aware that no one cares

Her heart is shattered inside
But she tries to paint on a smile
The darkness is overcoming
Her future bleak and vile

Could it make a difference
To someone lonely, hurt, and lost
If we measured our words and actions
And we stopped to count the cost

Dying is not the real pain.
The real pain is living inconsequentially
futilely, while others forbid you to die,
but forbid you feel earnestly;
seeing a whole unblemished person,
but little do they know
I am already dead.

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It's not my pain that disgusts them,
it's the cutting
and that's why they treat the symptoms
but neglect the cause
and forbid me to talk about her
because the sound of her name
makes you regret me.

#

I AM MATURE:
I am new and improved and dead.

We have always thought of nature as something of wild life,blooming flowers anf sunnny days.But nature is maturing bringing rainy days when we are sad and lightening and thunder when we're mad sunny days when we're happy but nature is maturing in a so different way life us being brought into it familes explore it.Can you explore A maturing nature?

The lone stark bugle cry—
Horn of the great mountain elk,
Ripples down cold through morning
Dusted wood as the mushrooming dews        
Drop into dearly waded pools under
Fawning toes of forage and cool
Evergreen.

Girl, naked,
In an orange vest,
Sinking ships and hearts.*

© 2015 J.S.P.