"attritional" poems
I want to be your guitar
Run your fingers over my fret board
Pluck my strings and give me my melodious avatar
Sing to me and play that major chord
I’m feeling your song through and through
You don’t need a plectrum, you’re a born original
Work your rhythm baby, let’s get on the groove
Your fingers are enough to create our music wholly attritional
I will reward you myself for how you release my tension
I will resonate our love song through longevity
You’re a prodigal performer, I can feel you in tune with locomotion
We will move from verse to chorus under no shadow of ambiguity
I want to be your guitar
Let my moans reverberate off your walls
A finer touch for our creativity – a sitar
Let’s Indioul our way through these musical waterfalls
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
A boy holding a blade to his wrist
Pondering on whether he should lacerate his skin..........
who wants me here?
who cares about me?
who accepts me for who i am?
Nobody
so why sit around to pretend i'm ecstatic about life
when i am being contused?
Contused about having rainbows in my brain
getting beat by my dad
he says hes going to beat me until all i know is straight
straight mind
until i stand straight
until i am straight
i thought he loved me
i thought he accepted me for who i am
i have been abandoned by the ones i thought was friends
unaccepted by churches
treated differently by teachers
i have been referred to as "it" numerous of times
at times i feel unusual , like i'm not human....
Society dosen't care
Friends
Family
Teachers
they don't care
When i am lying on the floor
blood leaking from my cut s
my body has discontinued the flow of oxygen and blood
when i am cadaverous , deceased, vanished
that's when people will start felling attritional
that's when people will understand
But its to late for that.
i am dead
because you couldn't open your eyes and realize what i was going through
I wanted to know you understood me before my life was non-extant
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC