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Human Element
Can't tell her.
Too much chaos on her side.
Its all in my head.
I lie down.
I blink and its seven hours later.
Exploding clock.
Repetitive thought:
Can't tell.
Its too hot and my brain is bubbling.
Nose bleed, my brain expands like the dough.
The dough, damn I can't cook.
And I try to serve her?
Good God with a wet napkin plan.
A mile wide scream and still so small.
Regressing to the time before I knew.
She saved my brain from falling into the hole of stupidity.
For all that I am, I am wrong for existing as a man.
Men, existing solely for the vast opportunities of sexual innuendo and obscure penile references.
Trapped in an shell.
No choice of what to become.
Unaware of the hatred that awaits for reasons it cannot help.
The corners of existence burning like evidence to some horrible crime.
You have to be what you are, no choice.
The burden or human nature.
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Comments
Ozzyturtle123 Says:
Amazing poem. What is the picture?
greygoth87 Says:
that's really good. FAVE! (sry. Too dizzy, uncreative, and depressed to write an uber comment. Please try later. blah.)
Cyril Says:
That. That is a good poem. I knew you had it in you. Awesome work, love the structure.
Nanook Says:
I find the structure a little irritating in this piece. The flow is off, due to the fragmented nature of the style, and it kind of annoys me. And yet, it's somehow endearing.