#snatchers - Hello Poetry

two little ugly creatures astride me shhhh-oulders residers and deniers, opinion~haters, into each ear, they whisper~creep, do don't do don't you'll be sorry,* ***never~good~enough~ and~you~know~it*** *never in uni~sons, now look how sorry~sad you are... dear old dad when done with the outside torturing, slip right in and down the ear canal, up to the brain, thought~mongers, (what's a monger anyway?) the voices of my depression, you can't, you couldn't, you lose, yo yo you lost you are o v e r, my body snatched, my past erasing, turn me into mongrel, half~man, half~dead a monger-el, a contemptible god, contempted, contemptible that's the word refrain of the men in my head*

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

false-poets

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

two little ugly creatures astride me shhhh-oulders residers and deniers, opinion~haters, into each ear, they whisper~creep, do don't do don't you'll be sorry,* ***never~good~enough~ and~you~know~it*** *never in uni~sons, now look how sorry~sad you are... dear old dad when done with the outside torturing, slip right in and down the ear canal, up to the brain, thought~mongers, (what's a monger anyway?) the voices of my depression, you can't, you couldn't, you lose, yo yo you lost you are o v e r, my body snatched, my past erasing, turn me into mongrel, half~man, half~dead a monger-el, a contemptible god, contempted, contemptible that's the word refrain of the men in my head*

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Stomach plummets -- Cold blooded fear Expressionless eyes Open wide, mechanical Blinking -- quit thinking Go about your business Don’t even nod One foot and the other In a perfunctory march A slip and it’s over They’ll turn and then stare Raise up a finger, Eyes bugging, mouth hanging Expectantly before it comes: Loud distorted ringing The sound of your demise

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC

imperfect-visage

Vessel

Stomach plummets -- Cold blooded fear Expressionless eyes Open wide, mechanical Blinking -- quit thinking Go about your business Don’t even nod One foot and the other In a perfunctory march A slip and it’s over They’ll turn and then stare Raise up a finger, Eyes bugging, mouth hanging Expectantly before it comes: Loud distorted ringing The sound of your demise

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There is something wrong I don't know why but when I find a mirror it becomes clear as I become distorted My face slowly falls apart blood oozes out as my nose falls off My cheek is gone and exposes Damaged teeth held together by roofing nails and plaster of Paris The blood is heavier now and my deterioration excellerates Where did these wires and transisters in my head come from? I am pretty sure they were not there before I went to bed. I hang my mechanical zombie head to the side...and bleed. I wait patiently to be awake again.

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC

josh-bass

Disintegrate

There is something wrong I don't know why but when I find a mirror it becomes clear as I become distorted My face slowly falls apart blood oozes out as my nose falls off My cheek is gone and exposes Damaged teeth held together by roofing nails and plaster of Paris The blood is heavier now and my deterioration excellerates Where did these wires and transisters in my head come from? I am pretty sure they were not there before I went to bed. I hang my mechanical zombie head to the side...and bleed. I wait patiently to be awake again.

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