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"disentigrating" poems
He reads clouds in the sky, sees wind's great works of art. Bobbing gently through each wave, While he floats and dreams in a lake, secretly seaweed wraps around his body. Foggy underwater waves make his mind, body, and lungs set desperatley fighting in a breathing brought war of water and air. The boy is drowining, an idyllic dream landscape lake turned into a nightmare. Slowly as seaweed and currents bring his body to the dark depths of the lakescape, malice endrapes itself through one ear and out of the other; fate. The bubble blood life force of the boy from air, turns slowly to liquid, and his ghost dissolves. Coldness lingers and clawing weakly through frictionless water, lake bottom hits and frozen fingers. This boy's brain beginningly starts disentigrating as it processes the trickle drip flow and ebb of lake currents that sound and surround each thought. He remembers each whispering wave telling him to get in, with the sun beating down, the enticement to drown. And his mother's voice yells to him from a heavenly place, but he knows his watery tomb will become ear muffs for his mother when the depths finally win: will his life force to its bitter end. Back on black lake mud, and the sun framed in waves in the glowing waters above. And the tangled arms of seaweed beckon those that leasure on the surface. Childhood faces and feel good places dissapear from his mind. At the bottom of the lake, this boy becomes himself, with the world's first hinting of trauma, he let his naivity die in a dramatic show, body blows and a new manifesticity to sit by. With each inhale of water, this kid's childhood dies. And by the time he resurfaces, he has lost what it means to be alive.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Drowning
He reads clouds in the sky, sees wind's great works of art. Bobbing gently through each wave, While he floats and dreams in a lake, secretly seaweed wraps around his body. Foggy underwater waves make his mind, body, and lungs set desperatley fighting in a breathing brought war of water and air. The boy is drowining, an idyllic dream landscape lake turned into a nightmare. Slowly as seaweed and currents bring his body to the dark depths of the lakescape, malice endrapes itself through one ear and out of the other; fate. The bubble blood life force of the boy from air, turns slowly to liquid, and his ghost dissolves. Coldness lingers and clawing weakly through frictionless water, lake bottom hits and frozen fingers. This boy's brain beginningly starts disentigrating as it processes the trickle drip flow and ebb of lake currents that sound and surround each thought. He remembers each whispering wave telling him to get in, with the sun beating down, the enticement to drown. And his mother's voice yells to him from a heavenly place, but he knows his watery tomb will become ear muffs for his mother when the depths finally win: will his life force to its bitter end. Back on black lake mud, and the sun framed in waves in the glowing waters above. And the tangled arms of seaweed beckon those that leasure on the surface. Childhood faces and feel good places dissapear from his mind. At the bottom of the lake, this boy becomes himself, with the world's first hinting of trauma, he let his naivity die in a dramatic show, body blows and a new manifesticity to sit by. With each inhale of water, this kid's childhood dies. And by the time he resurfaces, he has lost what it means to be alive.
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You've broken me down, every part of me disentigrating the person i once loved and was so proud of, now gone with your pride You made me believe i was never good enough, that i never could be what you needed, yet you dragged me in giving just a taste of what could be then taking it away as fast as you gave it I let you become my life, i let you become me your emotion has grown to define mine i lived for you, ..because you let me But i could only hold on for so long, theres only so much i could stand i let you tear me down break my soul. I have put up with so much its finally time to go we had a good run, we had good times we had a friendship some could only dream of, but the main word being HAD its over now and i can no longer stay Goodbye Love always, What never was...
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC
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