Is it You or I, My Marionette?, breaking the writers block |
 Nov 23 2004, 07:07 AM
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 creepy heather  Group: Official Member Posts: 4,208 Joined: Aug 2004 Member No: 41,580  |
a rather emotional poem i just wrote in literally 10 minutes, dedicated to my mom who i love unconditionally throughout her drunken stupers and far from the truth stories or ideas, whatever they are, on life.
I think its a good thing to take all violent urges out on paper A long few seconds ago, I said I’d cut this woman Yeah, one inside her lip 50 slashes to her breasts I just want to know why you kept insisting Insisting, and insisting me with these China cups I don’t even drink tea-I don’t know what this means Hey, gorgeous vendetta, filthy liver Where is your hunter on the patio Masticated, now, you cancer Reek your damn divinity Ignorant blissed Give me the gen Give me the gen You, all knowing Rebelling marionette? Hey, never making sense to me, making it all up My mind of mush to be molded was yours Now I don’t even know how babies are born Or if I’d die from eating chicken Enjoying the mistakes of life Yeah, I spent hours in the hole just thinking I spent seconds telling and knowing myself How much I love you, mom 
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