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Carter Ginter Jan 2014
At this moment i feel the whole world caving around me,
Everything is closing in on my mind,
As i face memories of times passed
That are never to return.
It seemed easy then, but, looking back, we should have stayed those extra minutes,
Not been so quick to get home again.
Because now home is hard to face,
And it gets more tiring every day,
Trying to sit here and pretend that everything is alright,
That it's not a fight with time.
But the only ease is in the past,
Yet in those moments we felt no such thing.
I guess there's no winning anymore;
Time takes us all.
Tammy M Darby Sep 2016
Staggering explosions of venom-laden light
In a world of darkness constructed by man
Debauched genius and greed tainted sight
In second blinding rays of silver filled the skies

Trillions of once living humans lay dead
Empty warm footprints were life once led
Gray piles of ash on radiation kissed the ground
The species ended
Beating hearts unbound

It was not the first bombed dropped
Nor the cause of their fall
Or the second
That followed
When Azrael began to call
The third
The Destroyer
slowly seeping life
The fourth
Spreading it fiendish tentacles
Created from evil and lies
The fifth
Came in waves of poison rippled sound
The sixth
Was death cold sister come to hover round

But came the seventh
In clap of thunder
None now left to worship
In awe and wonder
The seal had been opened
The convent broken between God and man  
The punishment foretold
Revealed in the blood of the lamb

@Tammy M. Darby September 3, 2016. All poems are stored in author base
Lizzy Jul 2016
i sometimes think
that i've defeated the reaper
that lives in my finger tips.
the reaper that commandeered my hands
and made them weapons of
self destruction.

he lies dormant
long enough to convince me
that he's found another home.  
but he takes me hostage
every now and again
to remind me he's here.

i forgot the thoughts
of an early death
and lived like i was planning
for next year.
i've been expecting a future
that i'm not sure exists.

but the reaper has made me
recall the consideration
that i may not be fit to live
a life as long as i would like.

as of right now
i have no plans to interrupt this life
with eternal sleep.
but i cannot promise
that in some time
the reaper will not convince me.

so while he sleeps
while i still have time
theres so much
i need to do before i die.

i need to feel love
without the fear
of that love being expunged.
i need to find my God
whether he be the one
i've been shown or not.

i want so badly
to look at myself
the same way
i look at a flower.
i want so badly to see
what others say they see in me.

i've always wanted
to be something good.
a good daughter,
lover,
friend.

and i have this desire
to help where i can
and not need any myself.
i want to matter
in a life besides my own
and hold value above my worth.

i don't want to
be a burden anymore.
i don't want to be
a pressing responsibility on anybody.
i don't want the few i love
to feel obligated to pick me out of
my own disasters.

i worry i won't fulfill
these aspirations in time.
the reaper will wake
and take control again
this time with the force
of ten thousand men.

ten thousand men
wielding my hands
instead of swords.
they turn my hands against me
as they had been turned before.

this time i will not survive.
such an incredible might
will devour and destroy
this fragile self i defend.

but what does it matter
what i want?
theres so much more
things that are so much bigger
than the desires of a deranged
little girl
Taylor Kelley Nov 2012
Everything was calm
But then there came the bomb..
It was early in the morning
Around 8:00 that day.
Soon everyone would be mourning
And stopping to kneel and pray.
The whole world started to shake
And inside our bone began to quake.
Every mind was filled with fear
Especially those who were too near.
The burns and cuts and broken bones
Would soon be buried under tombstones.
Death had come in the night
And stolen our loved ones out of sight.
No more to live no more to breathe
Our humble lives by the sea.
The battle is over the war is won
And yet our pain is never done.
Rick Mar 2018
I stood over a still river on a bridge which connected two lands
I let a small boulder slip out of my hands
A cracking filled my ears as it broke water and caused a massive ripple
Side effects from the rock which dived into the calm body like a missle
Or a bomb.

Then pulled out a coin from my pocket and flipped it. It lands on the ground with a thud. The presidents face protruding out of the mud. I looked down to ask him " now how do we fix it?"
Ashley Lopez Aug 2014
It's like hearing the ticking of a time bomb
But not able to find where it’s coming from  
Until you put your hand to your chest
And then you realize
That the bomb is your heart
And the tick, ticking
Is
Its
Beat.
Ken Pepiton Oct 2018
'Put my hand in the hand of the man from Galilee,

that song keeps playing in my memory, and I recalled

Or I thought I did, I imagined he'd walk with me
and talk with me
Along life's merry (or was it narrow?), way

a light touch, his arm around my shoulders,
as boys are wont to do,
I axed 'im,
help me fill the darkness behind my eyes,
which I think may have been blind, at that time,

I have memories like that.
packed away in old memes. That mean something...
Gold-something...
color maybe, Goldfarv? Bloom.
Right, my augmentatious savant
looked it up and I sorted what I recalled

Google The Global Brain, Howard Bloom,
where he named a kind of
category of knowability. Memes, he called them.

And I thought, memes mean something more,
not Dawkins's, nor Bloom's, but these,
heteromemes bubbling out my belly button,
look real close.

Here a seeing being done, words appearing...

fractally featureless by the time a clock could have been imagined,

the point of the story was made,
and there is no end in sight.

Pop. Another apocalypse bubble collapses by mortality. Whaddyaknow?

What remains when a bubble pops at a positron level,
after the charge is touched and
the tension-power-loss collapses the bubble?

You should think, you know atoms work, this way.

Touchy bubbles disappear when their form is disinformed,
the wall of a bubble,
one quanta of power thick,
vanishes
as the charge that formed it flees.
That bubble,
not cloud-based, random super positioning,but
elect
tric-magi-tech, a touch screened
at the quantum accounting point of real-ification,
but, probably,
a bubble,indeed,
powered, one way or another, with a single charge,
Go, that's it.
(I charge thee, son Timothy, go)
That's all an electron does.
It goes, as soon as any sense can be made of it,
outa here, oughta hear it, clear,
ping. No charge, no bubble, but next sure as...
No, ah, when I think about that..

Hell,
somethi' from nuthin musta hapt one time,

but ya'll take no heed, this voice,
m'fallin angel, Tantan, droppin' in ol-fren, tricky hybridbast...

Noah was a tellin' Ham the truth
found in wines that moved themselves aright,
slurry tongued, and laughin' but pisstoff.

The idea of somethin' goin' south in a family,
that started up again when
ever Noah started drinkin' old wine, sayin' sbetter'n...

Old story, God damened 'em, not me, I just
built the box.

Who told you I was naked? Noah queried Shem.

-- aye, ye know, Noah was drunk,
No excuse, but you know.

Things were said, that maybe could be forgotten, after a while,

But those father wounds a man imagines worst
are the one's his son's forgot.
Forgot can't be forgiven it seems, sometimes...

The story being told is complicated. See,
the Bible is a lens,
not a map.

I've looked so long through that lens,
that I began to see the bubble formed around me,
charged powerfully with fear,
'yond my bubble monsters lurked.

But, my bubble bumped another,
purest of happenstance,
the bubbles merged and merged again,
their power building to a wave,
crashing to the shore and no more
was I bubbled in my safe place.

I found this trail up from the beach.

It got me much farther than this, should you ever
visit me.
Did you regret the defeat at Ai,
or were you
Aachen, bold?

No, irrelevant, obtuse allusion to Yahshua,
that's not in the stack,
that card's about as relevant as McLuhan's hair of the dog.

Information unformed begins to boil deep in me.

Somethin', ain't it?  All them three meter dishes shrunk down
to the size of a spoon, a teeny weeny spoon, a coke spoon,
like on Miami Vice, back when.

Satellite TV changed the desert, fer sher, but 4g, brohan,

that was the trick. Elect trick.
Future, on demand, where outhouses are still de rigueur.

Before you know it, country kids,
too poor for any but outlaw dreams,
can audit courses at MIT,
if somebody
shows him, it can be done, prove t' him
it works, faith can make things happen,
but
happening as an event, in the Deep Field,
is sorta hard to nail down to one thing,
until the very last
Planc-sec.  
Astrophysics is part of the metagame, fer sher.
But
there's some stuff that takes some patience,
to learn. Fifty year'r longer.

Everything that's old and still works is only old, not rotten.

Olde time religion, at the oldfo'k dayroom,
where the clock runs the whole show.
It's another game show. Saint Bob Barker takes a bow,
and declares the potential worth of all your eyes behold,
behind the curtain,
lies the prize.

If, if, if you are a luckywinner and
you arise when I call your name
to come on down,
fall on your knees and declare the worth...

pure gamesmanships required here, golf whispers only,
worship, 'smuch more difficult to aim for than praise.
I agree.
Praise, appraisal, worthyness, worthship, prize, what's the diff?
How comes a thing to be worthy,
in your estimation? Tell me no lie.

A feeling? What's it worth?
Depends.
Safe? Priceless! Don't shout. There's money to make.

'Got a busy-ness pre-positioned high above the rest.
A super-positioned superstion. The darkness.
See, safety is a human right.
So we sell walls, impermeable. It's always, lights on
within, then
We'll be rich and powerful wallbuilding,
citi-zen warriors fed and fattened
by those we make
feel safe, from the dark unknowns seeping in.

That's the idea. It's worked for years, at least
since
we saw the Power in Myth and
capitalized Campbell's bliss and Sagan's billions and billions of stars.

Within these walls workers will work for food and a feeling.
And Facebook.
They choose a place and stand, and do what comes to hand.
Heartily
grip what's easiest for you to hold on to,
they are told.

Attendants bring the meds, settling every disruption
of the peace the patient craves in his comfort.
The price ain't right, m'mouthmumbles...

You are absolutely co-rect-allatime, tekayepeel.

There are wishes being made,
on all manner of stars
for happy ever afters.

If wishes were askings, what if
connecting to the source of haps which,
every expert knows, haps are
all happiness can possibly
consist of.
Oh, consist.
That sticky, gluteny idea stuck in my daily bread.
It's related to resist, desist and the command to stand.
Sistere. Shield-wall and all that. Turtles all the way down.

A disruption!
Day room Now! Granpa's shouting,

This is that bomb, this is a dam buster Jesus H Christ Bomb!
I'll drop it. I swear.

Something's bound on earth to go wrong,
ever since Eve bit that apple, if she'da left that apple on the apple tree
Nah, that ain't how it went down and
songs about it don't change it none.

But, maybe this is me interrupted... in my meander.

What if, nothing is immaterial,
as an idea, it can't go wrong,
and Murphy's law, obeyed, is good, all the time.
If nothing can go wrong, it won't.
Ask the pilot flying by faith in his checklist.

What if,
asking for help helps?
Was that a message? A touch by an angel?
Spirit, the idea? An answered prayer?

Are you familiar with its role in reality?
Something makes these bubbles spin, y'know.

Ignoring is bliss, nay,
No more,
precisely, nevermore,
quoth the raven, shall the man who can read
be locked away from all the stories,
telling eventualities that
men, wombed and un,
have told and tested for ever, it seems,

Stop
striving for perfection and let patience have her way witcha,

whatcha learn can change the world.

Look back. Good news from a far country come our way.
Grandpa made some sense and we built a fort, of pillows
This is a reworking of Good news from a far country, I am attempting to rein in my scattered mind. Let me know if you see improvement or parts in need thereof.
925 Apr 2015
When everywhere you go,
You see bomb detectors, guards, gates and walls,
Even the greatest paradise,
Doesn't seem that great at all.
Egeria Litha Jul 24
I teared down the floor boards of my heart
I opened a latch on the floor
and out came a piece
Of a door  
With a staircase winding down
Descending into psyche
You are found  
To a moldy room with dusty brooms
rotting wood and colonial perfume
I am a cluttered storage solely containing
ancient relics of you
Just came out like word *****
This planet is a bomb
Why can't we just see
This planet is a bomb
Waiting to consume everything
This planet is a bomb

The homie once told me
Everyone dies so expect to be left lonely
These fires will rise higher than the tides right below me
Everything as far as you can see with your eyes will be swallowed by the pain, laughter, and cries right before me
All the lies came to your surprise
That the ground was covered with jagged knives
Clouds crashing down when the fires filled these ****** red sky's
So what are we after
It's coming faster and faster the picture I capture
This world that we live in is a ticking bomb
Devise the disguise and think twice before the disaster comes
Cause this planet is a bomb

This planet is a bomb
Why can't we just see
This planet is a bomb
Waiting to consume everything
This planet is a bomb
She's a ticking timebomb
With triggers of every bitter taste, she tries to swallow
And as she wallows in the dark,
drives by every thought
is a tick to the blow.

She's a ticking timebomb
And another tick-tock is growth to the bang

She holds carefully
and hides it like her fangs

Will it ever burst
Or soon just wane?

Whatever goes
However it turns

All she wants is anything but a bomb
she keeps in her chest
slowly beating just to blast.
She's a ticking timebomb
Marla Aug 14
BANG!
My ears are ringing,
these eyes are bleeding,
the semblance of love is fleeting.
Out on the stoop, fully clothed
and yet vulnerable,
like the day I was first kicked out.
Of all the words in the English language,
I can't stand those six letters together now.
Whatever happened to unconditional love?
I guess it frittered away.
Why do you hate me for being me?
You don't even know that I'm ***!
Why'd you have to drop that atomic bomb on me?
I guess you had nothing better to say.
Knit Personality Feb 2016
I’ve got “The Plague.”  It’s bomb-*** chronic.
One hit will wreck you.  The ****’s bubonic.

O.O
Ken Pepiton Oct 2018
"Why, you know's a spoken spell, a prayer for reason",
The magician said,

"I wanna think God's thoughts", and Mr. Newton, Issac said,
"After him". I stood the queue, knowing why, I kept silent.

Fundamental heretic is what I am.
Jesus was such a heretic. Ask any Pharisee.

Evaluation and appraisal, worship and praise,
who told you to do that? A shepherd kid?

A lonely boy under the stars in a peaceful valley,
beside still waters. Like Bob Dylan at twelve. Singin' along.

Worthy, so worthy, sang the boy, never knowing the role of
y after worth in setting the appraising price or prize

What's it worth to know death has no sting? A song?
Then sing, soft, don't wake the dead.
Snap. Why?
Jay M Mar 13
As the days go by,
Hour by hour,
Dread fills my mind,
Scenes of horrors,
Fear haunts me,
My demons taunt me,
Whispering to me of times that could never happen,
Alas, there is always a chance,
Therefore, I am a ticking time bomb,
Awaiting, if ever, to go off.

If I were alone,
Going off on my own,
Death would come find me,
Lurking just around the corner.

Poem by Emily M. Created on October 26, 2018
Samantha Cunha Dec 2018
trembling
grasp
grazes
the flame
burn
myself
curse
his name
shadowed pain
embedded in
an
intricate palm
storm is brewing
before the calm
C James Mar 7
"Hide in here."

I shut the shelter,
securing my sister

within the hanging
fabric shells,

shrouding her
in my protection.

The first bomb erupts,
shattering peace into pieces

of cheap glass,
coating the floor

like ice on a bridge. Danger,
bridge freezes before road.

Mom begins to wail,
but the siren signals too late

to escape the collision:
His words—Her heart.

And I will never fear
Sticks and Stones.

Instead, I will fear
Words. Disgustful

syllables strung together
to guillotine my mind.

I wish it had been me
sealed inside the shelter.

"Dad is home."
Feedback always appreciated, whether public or private.
L B May 2017
“...Your words were found and I ate them.
They became a joy to my heart. In my mouth—
a sweet delight, but in my belly—bitter...”
                                                ­ --Jeremiah


...But that night
by dim background of next-room light
I could not see your face
just feel your hush of shadow words
on spine of shudders

Seems we dropped this bomb
that would not stop exploding!

...And I was sure?
that it was right?
because...because....!
Their eyes were slanted!
So they could not see—
the “Good Guys”
VANISH—
WIDE-EYED—!
in its TOO-MUCH-LIGHT

Still your voice insists
in pause and fissioned hiss
that I MUST KNOW
in tender half-life
TRUTH
too pure
too deadly white

I swallow lethal glowing dose
HOW CAN YOU SPEAK
SUCH WORDS SO CLOSE!

EXPOSED!

“...in mouth sweet—in belly bitter…”

Stories? and the Grandma Song
rendered tender—lull of voice
Soul’s cabinet cleared of venial sin
Last of all—the tucking in.....

They say you first get sick....*

Seems we dropped this bomb
that would not stop exploding!
And I am invisibly ill—with truth
approaching critical mass

Will angry rads incise their ways?
Will leaden swords of angels drive them back?

In this night—
my bedtime stories fainted at your
whispers...whispers...WHISPERS—

fusing an oblong fear
that I MUST NOT DROP!
but I cannot hold!

Fetal-folded
frail and freezing
under covers— just barely peeking

“Jesus hanging on the cross…Tell me-- was it I?”
Jesus hanging in the cross
TELL ME! IT’S NOT TRUE!

"Tell me, mother
Were you God talking?

I could not see your face
by the next room’s light..."
My mother told me some bad **** sometimes just before bedtime, and I never forgot it.
Written 1995
The H-bomb is a bloodless weapon.
The H-Bomb leaves neither blood nor bone,
Only a 20 km radius
of radioactive ash;

But the sky bleeds
atomic sunset.
Worlds' ending now as
it blossoms among the clouds.
corpser May 2018
The night air is humid and there are thunderclouds looming in the horizon. The skies are neatly stained with a *** stain looking stain of clouds, scattered in the yellow moon of 7pm.

I walked past a wake tonight, then a funeral then the graveyard. Im walking out to buy some cigarettes, menthol for my mother and reds for myself.

The night is a ticking time bomb rigged to blow. Like the pulsing ache in my head or the medicine in my mouth waiting to be crushed between my teeth.
Instruction says I should **** on it as long as I can. Says its supposed to relieve the pain.

I fight back the urge to bite. I fight back the urge to do a lot of things.

The ticking timebomb
Does not explode.
The suicide bomber, seeing a little girl
Who was leaving the ill-fated church,
Patted her head with compassion

Then he placed himself
Among the Easter prayers
And pressed the button
Big Virge Aug 2014
(Pt. III)

After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
  
(BTW ... I am NOT, Pro-Islam)  

Well …… They've made ....
A ... " REALLY " ... Good Start … !!!!!
  
They've Shot ... A Brazilian ... ?!?
  
Straight through ... His Heart ... !!!
  
Of course ….  " Those Words " ...
are ... NOT ... Quite Right … !!! ? !!!
  
He was ... SHOT ...
... FIVE TIMES ….. !!?!!
At ... Point Blank Range … !!!!!
  
They got ... " REAL CLOSE " … !!!
Putting ... Guns in his face … !!!!!!
  
They CLAIMED ...
  
"He had a bomb !" …
  
But Alas ...
  
They got it ... WRONG ... !?!
  
They made a ... " Slight Mistake " … !!!
  
Well ... " Apologies " ...
Won't ... Mean a lot ...
when friends are at ...
  
….. HIS WAKE ..... !!!!! …..
  
There is a ...
  
" PROBLEM " ... here ... !!!
  
They've given the ... ALL CLEAR ...
For Policemen ... to ...
  
... “SHOOT TO ****” … !?!
  
SO ….
" Who now  " … Has To Fear ... !?!
  
Is it ... " WHITES " ... ???
  
It would seem ... NOT ... ?!?

“It’s Muslims and,
The other lot !”
  
The ... " OTHER LOT " ... !?!
means ... those Like ... " Me " ...
  
Young Black Men ...
on ... London Streets ...
  
So much for us ...
Being ... FREE ... ?!!!?
  
" Freedom " ... NOW ...
is .... " Obsolete " ....
  
Those with ... " Colour " ...
WILL ... Now See ...
  
Much more of ......
Those ... " NICE POLICE " ... !!!!!
  
Those who work ...
for these ... MP's
  
Who ......
Claim to ... " REGRET " ...
Such ... " TRAGEDIES " ...
  
But still ..." WON’T CHANGE " …
Their ... " Policies " ... ?!!!? ...
  
This is now ...
A ... " Horrid Time " ... !!!!!
cos' ... words like ... " These " ...
May be ... " Defined " ... ??? …
As ….. ” INCITEMENT ” …..
When it's just ... " Rhyme " ...
  
This ... " it seems " ...
is ... " Their Design " ...
  
Pay ... " CLOSE ATTENTION " …
to the ... " Following Lines " ...

“We wil imprison, or, deport !
Anyone attacking, the values of The West !"
  
That's … " Lord Falconer " ...
Our … Lord Chancellor ... …
  
He'll bring ... DISTRESS … !!!
to me .... " I guess " .... ?
  
for things ... I say ...
Against ... " THE WEST " …
  
Like ... " Freedom of Speech " ...
will soon be .... " DEAD " .....
  
Now ... I Don't own ...
A ... " Bullet-Proof Vest " ... !!!
  
But ...
Who needs one ... !?!
when they're ...
Aiming at ... HEADS ... !!?!!
  
Instead of ... " Arms " ...
or ... BETTER STILL ... " Legs " ... !!!
  
These people are ...
Humanitys' ... “ DREGS ” … !!!!!
  
Their ... " TERROR LAWS " …..
are like ... ” FISHNETS ” .… !?!
with .....  " NO FISH " ..… !!!!?!!!!
  
But ….. ” HUMAN DEAD ” ….. !!!
  
What they say ...
Makes me … UPSET … !!!
  
” Muslim ” … THIS … !!!
and  … ” Muslim ” … THAT … !!!
  
I’m ... NO MUSLIM ... !!!
That's a ... FACT ... !!!
  
Of course it's ... WRONG ... !!!
to ... " Suicide Bomb " .... !!! …
  
But ... " Two Wrongs " ...
Don't make things ... Right ... !!!
  
We're in ... DARK TIMES …
Without ... " Much Light " … !!!
  
When ... ALL WE DO ...
is ... " Incite Fights " ... ?!?
  
Just because of .....
  
” STEREOTYPES ” … !?!
  
This is why ....
Innocents ... will die ...
  
Tears will ... " Flow " ...
while many ... CRY … !!!
  
Tears of ..... " SADNESS " …..
from this ... " MADNESS " ....
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Your TV Screens ...
  
MADNESS ... On ...
Our City Streets ...
  
Madness ... that ...
Will slowly ... " Creep " ...
  
YES …..
Close to ... You ... !!!
  
And ...
Close to .... Me .... !!!!
  
Don't ... DISMISS ...
cos' you've been ... " Missed " ...
  
At ... ANY TIME ...
You ... Could get ... HIT … !
  
by a ... Policeman ...
who holds a ... GUN ... !!!
and has the ... " OK " ...
to ... Make You ... RUN ... !!!!!
  
Just like ... “ REDNECKS ” ...
Run from ..... “ SUN ” ….. !!!!!
  
Or ... I Do ... from ...
  
..... ” RACISM ” ..... !!!!!!
  
That's something .....
I’ve Always ... ” SHUNNED ” … !!!!!
  
because I like ...
This Word ... HUMAN ... !!!!!
  
If you ... Shoot Me ...
with a .... " Gun " ....
  
When I Bleed ....
It's ... BLOOD ... that runs ... !!!
  
KILLING …… is ……
  
NO ……. SOLUTION …….. !!!!!!
  
They've just ... KILLED ...
Somebody's ... SON ... !!!!!
  
That's what comes from ...
Using .... GUNS .... !!!!!
  
NEEDLESS DEATHS …..
  
Rise like ... " The Sun " ...
While Peace Now ... " Sinks " ....
  
Into ... " OCEANS " ...
  
This ain't making ....
Life ... " Much Fun " ...
  
Actually .....
I'm getting .... ” VEX ” ..... !!!
  
cos' ... I’m thinking ...
  
Maaaaannnnnnnnnnn ……..
  
WHO’S NEXT ….. ? !!!!!!!!!! ?
People, as much as it seems,
disconnected from, the 7/7 attacks.
One should recognise,
  
The ****** of Jean Charles De Menezes ...
  
Yeah ... Remember Him !!!
  
R.I.P.
  
It's CLEAR.
  
whether you believe, 7/7 was a Muslim,
Islamist attack, or not ?
  
What  has transpired since,
has shown that Terrorist actions,
are not something that, Muslims
have total ownership of ...............
  
Hate, leads to terror, and
******, is an act of ... TERRORISM.
Carter Ginter Jul 2016
I don't need to breathe
I just need to sleep
I need you to stop getting so close to me
I'm a ticking time bomb
Ready to blow
One more second
And my world will explode

I'm Dreaming of death
No regrets
**** all these demons that are filling my head
They tempt me with rest
That final escape
And I'm waiting for the moment that
I finally cave

Lost in a moment
And I'm feeling alright
Maybe even thinking
I don't hate this life
But that light came so fast
And Now it's all passed
My darkness returns
Leaving nothing in its path

I'm Dreaming of death
No regrets
**** all these demons that are filling my head
They tempt me will rest
A final escape
And I'm waiting for the minute that
I finally cave

Ugh
God save my soul
I need a way out
I've been digging my grave
And This dirts coats my mouth
But I know you cant hear me
No I don't believe
Cause I control my own destiny

But I can't do it on my own

I'm Dreaming of death
No regrets
**** all these demons that are filling my head
They tempt me will rest
A final escape
And I'm waiting for the second that
I finally cave

Please, I know you can do it
No
Baby don't give in
I swear it'll change
Just try to make it
One more day
Another song
allergens tickle in
like snorting
Pop Rocks

respiratory passages
closing up shop
relegated
to mouth-breathing

until I summon
pseudoephedrine
to bomb the ****
out of my face
Liquid Plumber
of snot

side effects may include:
scrambled brains
traces of ether
floating a foot off the ground
perhaps the sexiest poem ever written
and tmi
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