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[title] => to whom it may concern
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[bodytext] => Eat my soul and spit me out shiny Cover me with welts and bruises I crave the lesson Wake me up if I’m asleep for too long Add weight if I appear too weak I crave the attention For misfits For pilgrims For vandals Please listen To the children scorned And the dreams they aborted To seekers of Sodom And to the actions resorted This view is distorted To those who see acceptance synonomous with contortion I ask you Have those storms ever stopped growing? Have those snakes beneath our skin given up an inch? Has that fire died? Are those blisters healed? The ones that bubble and poison our hearts? Grow more wretchedly bulbous Festering with the pus of every You’re not good enough To every razor I held to my wrist every heart I cannot mend Every weeping shadow I cannot soothe And to every embrace I refused Who say the lifelines are dead stuffed in a box and stinking of rot wolves run in packs rank saliva coating yellowed teeth red eyes smoldering wolves run in packs transforming streets to drainage canals stained brown with blood running off into the ocean to those who’ve imprisoned belief within a bullet casing to those with pasts worth erasing I offer you this I fashioned a scalpel from a pen and paper Cut the dead flesh from my arm To see if my intentions were tattooed on the living tissue Maybe it was there but I could only make out a single vein amongst the chaos It was connected to a bone The bone, connected to a muscle Muscle to a nerve Nerve to the brain The brain to a single strand of golden thread Rising up from its anchorage and becoming tangled in the stars At first I thought it was a puppet string I could almost make out the shadow of a hand I clenched my fist Was about to scream when I felt it The shock shot down the thread The thread jerked the brain The brain pinched a nerve Nerve to muscle Muscle to bone Bone to vein The vein beat furiously pulsing in morse code screaming I love you I cannot say that enough I love you This was how it had to be I’m not coming back I never left I just couldn’t grab your attention You forgot the dialect of your soul Demons succeeded in winning your affection Ill pierce the ear you lent me with some wisdom You need to grab your backbone There are some problems that need dealin’ Fashion it into a shovel There are some holes that need fillin’ I would have never granted you ears If I didn’t intend for you to listen And if there wasn’t beauty in this world I wouldn’t have granted you eyes Use your senses you can smell the disguise Taste the lies you’ve been fed Don’t resign to your fate The only time your image will be permanent Is when it’s fragmented from a eulogy and charred on a tombstone You have free will It’s not how you change It’s that your always willing to change And if you get lost I’ll be here It’s my job. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 373 [topic] => 63 [informant] => simonwrite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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