An itch from a bug bite
I scratch and scratch
A bitch with a red light
I went too fast
Skipped the warning
Got the ticket
An inconvenient bill, a note that states you went for the kill
I'm bleeding
It pours from my limbs
My heart still pumping blood
A scab to stop the flood
Hardened yet still fresh
Don't pick at it
Unless you want a scar forever
She has bug bites too
Doesn't even bother to scratch
Says she doesn't want a bruise
What a difference
We don't handle our hurts the same
A time consuming uncertainty that burned me like a flame
A flame
A flame that started a forest fire
It burned down all the trees
Now there's nothing left but ash
A darkened, withered, dusty substance that once used to be
A bright, powerful, warm, hungry fire
A forest filled with lucious green trees that kept growing higher
And now
I feel as if she's tired...
My bug bites still itch
scratches
And she
Threw out the matches...
Ah the perfect boy

Mushy and gushy, all human like, with normal human skin, and smile

Scratch that

Heavy body armor, brandishing a sword, born in the mid 15th century

Hmmm, no

Aluminim for hair, copper in his head, lack of understanding of any type of human emotions

That's not right, no

How about
Scales?
Not possible
Gills?
Smells fishy
A being of pure light energy?
Sigh, beyond my comprehension

I guess I'll just get
A pet rock
Im celebration of international rock day
Roxconscious Jun 14
Condition sets up
Head
This alone destroys anything you could have meant
Still we repeat again and again till necessaries end
This was never meant to be, controlled through and through far as eyes are allowed to see
Conditioned to be, naturally
See, what it comes down to is, 'govern mentis' 'control mind'
They can compare as much as they like
Cos it demonstrates nothing
Hospitals r closing
People r still breathing
Ground keeps shaking
Occupy escapading
Rebellious twister, seems someones missed the point
But its ok if u wanna smoke ur joint or neck down ur tax free pint on the top floor keeps you guessing for what's coming next and when
Whos getting up again?
See, the truth is, we arent all cursed
Just mixed up and cohearsed with what is and isnt important
A different choice to choose in accordance with what u know to be true..
Never lose faith in this constant rat race combined with a saying that would willingly let them fester in your space
Barriers are made by fear you create to close to the brink
No time to think
Stuck up for thought when shadow got caught
Fucked up for more
Thats what its for!
For people to worship, its almost not worth it
Doesn't seem up to scratch
Now's the time to patch up facts, dimensions walls, all of that
Here comes the spat, Spit back out, no need for flounders flaws or nowt
Of priorities paid that society plays
Ket me pave you the way to the end of their days
Starvation need then capsizes at greed
Same blood different entity
Yet entirely they let it be
Conditioned to be, naturally.
Occupy Earl street Bank of ideas London 2011. Performance poetry by Roisin aka Roxie Rowland
Caro 5d
I can still feel the pavement beating my feet,
Little bits of earth and water and worms between my toes.
I can feel the warm summer rain on my upper lip,
I can feel my hands splashing in the creek with this little man to be beside me.
I can feel wet hair on my forehead.
I can feel how tall those trees were above us.
Us.
How fucking lovely.
To go through childhood with a partner.
Someone to follow and imitate.
It’s that warm summer rain, our motivated, pounding feet, the slosh of mud and water, the scratch of twigs and sticks, clothes soaked and smiling.
Brotherhood.
Though I am your sister. I like to think that in those times, I was your brother too.
Maybe I showed you a sliver of what it is to have you.
Never in a million years would I give up the sweet sensation of these memories.
molly 6d
If I think too hard

I can still feel their hands on my body
Four of them rubbing and squeezing and grabbing my skin
Desperate for my oblivious being.

If I think too hard

I can still feel the scratch of his stubble
As his skin rubs mine
And the other caresses me
Taking away my control.

If I think too hard

The world still spins
I can hear the moaning
And the distant sounds of nature
Outside of our tent, but so far away from my reality.

If I think too hard

I can hear their comments of praise
To each other
As I lay there blind drunk
And they do with me what they please


If I think too hard

I try desperately to shield the memory,
The three of us entangled
And together,
A trio of drunken disgrace.

If I think too hard

I cringe and cry
And my legs clamp shut
Disgusted at my stolen consciousness
And forever violated by my memory.

If I think too hard

I hate myself for what happened
I hate him for being drunk
And I hate the other for being selfish,
Breaking my heart and my trust
written during a very difficult time of accepting that some things you wished never happened, did.
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