Cut my thought of my days which are
not filled with love and
roses
woe my open doors
drink me
only when you are ready
Bite the craze
Milk my words
My name
My mouth
My mind
Stay
My angel
Your life is full of pity and disgust of the normal
you are
composed of words
which are not your own
Woe your closed doors
Bite the craze
Milk my words
Until you have found your own voice
Drowning in the ecstasy of free thought
1000 words of your inner self
Coming out in waves
Of subjects that make others
Sick
And
Shake
It’ll be unwelcome and sweet
But what is left of a man and all his pride
Buy bones
And bathtubs of liquor
And the cries which others refuse to here
Let yourself be reborn
Free of the rotting body you have been given
I really liked how you used several different poems as well as your own word palette to create this poem. The lines "Cut my thought of my days which are not filled with love and roses woe my open doors drink me only when you are ready Bite the craze Milk my words My name My mouth My mind" are powerful and the emotion in it seems sad or dark.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. I'm not sure whether you used different poems, or wrote this yourself. Nonetheless, it flows beautifully and I can feel the emotional power behind the words. It is lyrical and sensical, but despite this, something about the poem is wild and real.
ReplyDeleteI was inspired by other poems and took some phrases which I thought were powerful so it is a mixture of both a found and original poem.
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