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[sid] => 176634
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Skribblty Gook (I am Pestilence)
[time] => 2013-08-02 21:51:16
[hometext] => Eh, I think it pretty well explains itself.
[bodytext] => I am so small. I am a speck. I am nothing. Sitting here in this huge open space, somehow I still feel confined. Everything around me consumes me. I am chewed up, and swallowed. I am regurgitated, and washed away with the rest of the scum on the streets of this world. I am kicked around, and torn apart. All that's left is an empty shell, masking the person I lost long ago. Swallowed by hollowness, I lose myself. Surrounded by so much, yet I still feel so alone. I am trapped. I am fixed where I stand, in quick sand. Slowly, I sink until there's nothing left to breathe. I'm climbing what appears to be an endless mountain. When I'm finally nearing the top, I freeze from fear. I feel I have two choices. I can climb back down, quit, and be a failure. Or I can just let go, and free fall until I hit the bottom. I feel like I am going to vomit rainbows and sad faces. And dead squirrels, and cacti. But the rest will just be vomit. I am made out of these strings to be pulled, by which I am controlled. Looking into the mirror, hating the person staring back at me, I'd like to punch her in the face. I'd like to shatter her into a million tiny pieces, and reconnect them the way I've always thought they should be. I am built up, now, of everything I've wasted so much of my energy hating. I am all that's wrong with this world. I am plague. I am disease, death, and decay. I have such a big head to think that anyone should be afflicted by my choices. I am alone, and no one can hear me as I struggle. I am dog ***** that you step in on your way to work. You scrape me onto the sidewalk, and that is where I shall remain. I am pain. I am destruction. I am misery. I am forever lost. I am pestilence. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 114 [topic] => 75 [informant] => ArloDisarray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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