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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1222317
This poem is a collection of 6 poems representing the 5 stages of unconciousness.
Part 1 - Pulse

Running with the hunt
Throbbing footsteps
Bleeding heart
Your animal instincts have been ignored
Your will to live has been denied
(Pride?)
Pride is what keeps my blood warm
Pride is what we live for, but still
We reason with death

Feel the criminal metabolism
Feel the the blood diagnost scream through my veins
These tears still stay frozen
This town is so cold

(what's behind it all, the word, the appearance, the taste, the smell?)

Monsters invade the darkness
Darkness invades the world
The world invades the brain
and yet it seams to look so sain

Memories need to be stored at room temprature
Keep them and all dreams out of reach of children
Incase of accidental captivity seek professional help
Or contact a poison control center immediately

Think back, think back
and so on, and so on, and so on

Part 2 - Plastic Moments

The skin peels layer by layer
Scabs, scars, souvieneers

Time will pass my dear
Time will make me old again
Peel the skin off, brand spanking new
I'm waiting, any day now

She ran into the room, blood trickled down her leg
"Innocent" was written on her facr
She looked at tyhis deformity with comfort in her eyes
She asked Mr. Grinch to touch her
With a priceless grin on her mouth
Was it really priceless?
Or can her daddy buy it?
He's got a big gun, WATCH OUT!!!!!
His bullet is dangerous

Part 3 - Drowse Down to the Underground

The lizards dance the best
While serpent cry to be touched
Daddy Lucifer has gone away on vacation
So make room for the puppy gender cause here he comes
Stepping on colors and shapes
Adjusting to all of her places
Remembering all of her faces

Eyes are made of stained glass, at least hers are
If you look close enough you can see
A river of tears pouring into
An ocean of memories
Blazing with fire in the heart of Winter

Fear
Hoping that one day he will disappear

Who's voice does she hear in her dreams
After every morning I go to sleep
In this reoccuring pond of echoes?

Her friend's hand felt so warm,
Always there though this

(now going onward in the state of unconciousness)

Part 4 - The Dream

Let me tell you about heartache and the eternal tear
Burning, Pricking, Bleeding
What is it you've been looking for?
And where is this fancy bread?
Not in my heart, but in my head
I think you'll find it in the heart of the sun
I dare you one day to look
I dare you one day to find hope
Sift though her enchanted hair
You'll find rudy's and garnets there
The same ones you'll find in her eyes
Surprise!
They're not for you or any random one who reads
They're for the boy who comes and leaves
With gentleness resting in his voice
And love at the palms of his hands
I'm dying to taste your arms around me
I'm waiting to be covered in your tears

Let me tell you about happiness and the eternal dream
Of a lingering song that rests atop a misty luring moon
She swings from the tip looking down
With wizardry in the face of infancy
Pointed toes, wilted rose
Dripping ashes on all the world

I noticed a hole while I was up there
Looking down it looked like the sky
Peices fell together, now I know better
I'm in that hole, looking up at the sky

Part 5 - Pins and Needles

Where did you learn about Satan or God?
Was it in a book or an oldfashoined bagel shop?
Chaos came out of a box one day and was spread worldwide
Hide!
It's coming to get you
You do not want this
You'll never sleep again
Never love again
Never taste again

Keep breathing, you can make this
It'll all be over one day
And the pins and neddles
Will keep marching on

Part 6 - Letting Go to Holding On

"My one true love is lost
Lost among the rocks in the deepest, most darkest sea
In a place where I can never reach again
In a place where God dwells with purple mist in the sky
Constantly overflowing"
(her blood started to harden on my skirt, embarrassment, disaray,
something disconnected in my brain)
SNAP!
"Tell me how it feels"
"It hurts but there's no reason to cry"
"No, why not?  Don't be afraid to cry"
"I'm not frightened, I'm not afraid to die"
"Why don't you tell me about sorrow then?"
"Sorrow, to me is remembering all the things I never said"
"Breathe, come on keep breathing"
"Do you have a good world? Have you ever been loved?
I'm leaving now"
"farewell"




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