For sooth, I do, sometimes feel ruthless and the truth, is that, I am tooless I cannot, craft, a structure to hold the emotions, which billow, clouds manifold and I am bold, and I am weak I seek an answer, to a question bleak to know or not, if in this pot I can melt or be smelt into something Im not consider, this bitter, somewhat intorspective rhyme as you play, and watch, quickly pass the time years go by, without a doubt before you might notice your imagination drought a simulation to bring pleasent stimulation to your face and sure to be there, are long periods of lonelyness covered in flourescent light and close mindedness this is what brings, out blood lust to fuck and maul a bust, and rip out someones guts blood slicked breasts and entrails hanging from teeth last to scream, is the last to speak consider the liver fritter, fed back to its owner consider my vain insanity, fed back to its owner consider, that I am a member, of naught conisder, I remember, what I felt and taught I want, I want, I want, I want I will not give in to these desires, sired in the deppest corner of my bosom and know, that although I release this here in a small heavenly flow This part of me is small, miniscule, almost non-existant but to deny it is to deny my humanity and logical forensics Im dependent on myself, when I stated I would depend on no one at all Im independent, of others, but still in thrall to myself myself I am myself, I am, I am, I am, I
Reason for writing:
trying to capture or release emotions similiar to those I used to have when I wrote poetry all the time....I will post those here later
Birth sign: Leo
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