06-06-2006, 03:48 PM
poem entitled: Words Can't Hurt Me?!
Emoting Emo-gothic-mascara-waring-razor-blade open scars with salt efficiency and pealing away liquid layers from pure permanent marker tips red beating life coffee.
The eventual time-tick-tock twenty to ten upon red sands fall from rhythm individuality and follow unknown variables in comedic textbook cartoon anvils.
Awkward swan needing release from black bar blockade and free to gain necessary street bible knowledge before being smacked-crashed-bashed ass into layered candy pavement for being fresh human meat-
Mind manipulates messed mixed messages and trying to rid them with eager eraser tips trailing too many edges of hurt filled smudges on pure white until replacing negatives with childhood memories and perfect settings of applause and appreciation in order to survive Dawarinism style.
If these people understand that the power that breathe behind thought to tongue words can lacerate muscle, snap bones mimicking broken twigs in hurricane winds, cause severe concussions to the human ego, just than maybe these selected individuals could finally come off from their award winning Oscar acceptance speeches and remember how life is not anorexic fashion runways in Paris but people with bulges hanging outside their 2 sizes smaller denim pants and skin penetrating the world with astonishing rawness of what is public nudity debating how it would feel to move out of the projects and do nothing except complain and dream, complain and bitch.
The once upon a time ghetto, boxer showing plumber, who shows off crusted moon, believes that violence is a past time and the grim reaper is something smoked through Black and Mild euphoria
Emoting Emo-gothic-mascara-waring-razor-blade open scars with salt efficiency and pealing away liquid layers from pure permanent marker tips red beating life coffee.
The eventual time-tick-tock twenty to ten upon red sands fall from rhythm individuality and follow unknown variables in comedic textbook cartoon anvils.
Awkward swan needing release from black bar blockade and free to gain necessary street bible knowledge before being smacked-crashed-bashed ass into layered candy pavement for being fresh human meat-
Mind manipulates messed mixed messages and trying to rid them with eager eraser tips trailing too many edges of hurt filled smudges on pure white until replacing negatives with childhood memories and perfect settings of applause and appreciation in order to survive Dawarinism style.
If these people understand that the power that breathe behind thought to tongue words can lacerate muscle, snap bones mimicking broken twigs in hurricane winds, cause severe concussions to the human ego, just than maybe these selected individuals could finally come off from their award winning Oscar acceptance speeches and remember how life is not anorexic fashion runways in Paris but people with bulges hanging outside their 2 sizes smaller denim pants and skin penetrating the world with astonishing rawness of what is public nudity debating how it would feel to move out of the projects and do nothing except complain and dream, complain and bitch.
The once upon a time ghetto, boxer showing plumber, who shows off crusted moon, believes that violence is a past time and the grim reaper is something smoked through Black and Mild euphoria
