squeeze

a hand hangs in space
fingers spread wide
multiplying from five to ten to fifteen
grasping, like a child
learning to walk
the fist, squeezing
itself

the hand finds a ribcage
it wants the prize inside
it wraps around the bones
squeezing with all its might

fingers crush the bones
shards pierce through the hand
a finger touches the prize
it's all electric, psychedelic

hand and ribs spliced together now
stuck for an eternity in dead space
and a heart that beats against a palm
like a dying star

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i am just fucking with this blog now.

feel so blank today

i am chasing a lot of words
they keep running away from me
i make ropes of my fingers
and try to bring them in

but the words are slippery and sly
they slip, slide and scamper away
i am running here and there looking for them
but they do not come my way

maybe i should use magnets
maybe i should use some kind of bait
maybe i should threaten them
but time is short, i am already late

there are deadlines hovering on my head
like vultures with curved beaks and sharp claws
they see and they want me dead
but they'll never drag this keyboard from my paws

i feel sad, so sad, i cannot work but
my heart is a wolf, a demon, a rapscallion dark
so i use the pen and the paper, to make my mark
cuz the bite of this fucker is worse than his bark

Gimme Darkness

So black
Like a piece of coal inside a sack
Like lights out after a heavy whack
Like the fingers after taking smack
With my negro coloured friends

So black
Like inside of a cat
Like under a mat
Like a philosophical conversation
With a rat

So black
Like a hair in barber's chair
Like a pool of blood, fresh
Like a song about falling in love
With a blind man

So black
Like a dream inside a scream
Like a stream where none have been
Like a state of drugged paranoia
In my own head
With me
Black

If I Could

So cold
Their words
That dig
In my head

Razored Eyes
Stygian feelings
Slice my love
In Lines of white dread

Loud Screams
That Shatter
Images of you
I kept for so long

Fucked People
Speak your name
I'd be ripping tongues
If I could.
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Love, I feel so much in Love. Lord...fuck me.

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House Of Confusion

Magic water runs in taps
Heads lie still in baseball caps
Forks and fingers dance on the ceiling
They don't know how I am feeling.

Smell of old farts is prevalent
Which no deodorant can prevent
The doors creak every now and then
The sink stinks of socks of men

Chickens roost upside down on the floor
On every wall, the number of a whore
I tried calling but its just customer care
They say Melissa doesn't live there

The house of confusion is alive but dead
The sound effects of chickens are in my head
I tell them no but I can't ignore
I hear them laugh when I am bored.

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That ladies and gentlemen, is a masterpiece.

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Six Minutes

Six minutes ton write a poem
Six minutes to express
Six minutes to confuse you
Six minutes to digress

So let's close all the wondos
Open the create post link on the blogger
Then open notepad and type in it
The blogger thingum gets too slow

Oh shit this has taken two minutes
I just have four minutes more
Let's just write anything here and post it
Look! Just four lines more!

Can I expect comments on this?
If I'm hoping, let me hope for a kiss
Of course from a girl and not from a guy
HA! I'm clever like this, I think so sly!
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God dammit I love me!
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Tricky Roads

The monster with one red eye stares at her
The booze in her system shuts off the fear
The pops in another sweet painkiller
And washes it down with a swig of beer

The numbers all count from 60 to 1
She is waiting for zero and oh so much fun
She starts the bike and spins the accelerator
The numbers reach 3 and she is in first gear

A man on a yellow bike zips past her machine
A mad urge to race kicks into her blood stream
She lets out a battle cry and there she goes flying
Wind whips her hair and her eyes start crying

She zooms past the yellow bike and flips him the bird
That man is in a white coat, four eyed like a nerd
His front teeth are broken, his chin is unshaved
She laughs like a maniac as she vrooms ahead

The nerd is a stickler won’t give up the fight
They both turn the corner just on to the right
She twists her machine like a snake in the heat
She will gladly kill but not accept defeat!!

The nerd is now gaining which she doesn’t like
She takes the beer bottle from the front of her bike
One last swig and she throws it behind her
The sound of the tumbling crash just keeps getting sweeter
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This one is inspired by Meenakshi's post!
Enjoy!