she wasn't taking it
anymore
hopping into his beloved auto
her mess of insignificant
being
the valium on the headboard
the winding roads and
twisted threads
of a wasted life
it was evening redemption
for her cause
last nights bottle
rolling under her feet
stifled by
her almost life
blazing down the lonely road
lost in her own place
her world of want
never getting her need
eyes ablaze as the bridge
comes into sight
twisted metal
chard's of cement floating by
the water draws closer
like blue and green
heaven
the bastard
poor abusive bastard
meaningless waste of flesh
sleeping in his beloved
chair.
asphyxiating on this mornings
cocktail
and the gas streaming
out of the oven
anymore
hopping into his beloved auto
her mess of insignificant
being
the valium on the headboard
the winding roads and
twisted threads
of a wasted life
it was evening redemption
for her cause
last nights bottle
rolling under her feet
stifled by
her almost life
blazing down the lonely road
lost in her own place
her world of want
never getting her need
eyes ablaze as the bridge
comes into sight
twisted metal
chard's of cement floating by
the water draws closer
like blue and green
heaven
the bastard
poor abusive bastard
meaningless waste of flesh
sleeping in his beloved
chair.
asphyxiating on this mornings
cocktail
and the gas streaming
out of the oven
23 comments:
Absofreakinglutely brilliant.
thanksafucking bunch!
Damn, that does hit hard.
You told a good story here, the verse carrying me blazing down the road with the auto--maybe I'm in the trunk? As it crashes over the edge... everyone over the edge at the same time.
Wow. Chilling is what it is. And it goes to show that the darkness has its own voice and power to enthral, as all trainwrecks do. Inspiration can sometimes be no farther than the horror reported on the nightly news. Good envisioning, I'd have to say.
eric- you always have a way of making it sound better than it really is. thanks!!
Really awesome, but sad...
corky- i can only right sad for reason. not because i am sad, but i just find darker topics more interesting. inspirational poems make me gag
remind me never to piss you off.
paul- ahahaha... yeah i am mean.
ask macguffin
Well, edit it to get this poem that good, if it's not already.
I just did it agian, too. One in a row--today, anyway! Just something from the past, you kow, like last month or something.
This is good and I'd like to see you explore that darkness more and drag more chilling tails like murder suicides and the like up to the uncomfortable light. You can't know everything that is waiting to get wrote, only through getting each piece out of your way, one poem at a time. You have stories--you should tell them. Nobody will hold art against you. I promise.
Fantastic poem and not just a little bit frightening. Remind me to stay away from cocktails and my favorite reading chair. Ok, I don't have one but still...
Warm Leatherette by The Normal.
eric- sometimes fear keeps me from writing about such topics. people don't tend to like the depressing aspect of it all. that and i feel stiffled by the mind numbing drugs my doctor's feel i must take. i will break through it all!
macguffin- thank you hon! don't worry, you know i just write out of that little place in my brain that comes up with random weirdness. never really based in reality where i live most of the time. i can tell the difference though..
al- hmm? never heard of it. elaborate?
See the breaking glass
In the underpass
See the breaking glass
In the underpass
Warm leatherette
Hear the crushing steel
Feel the steering wheel
Hear the crushing steel
Feel the steering wheel
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Melts on your burning flesh
You can see your reflection
In the luminescent dash
Warm leatherette
A tear of petrol
Is in your eye
The hand brake
Penetrates your thigh
Quick - Let's make love
Before you die
On warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Warm leatherette
Join the car crash set
Great song btw.
hi honey,
huh thats an Awesome poem..wter..this really make me away from the Morning Drinks atleast(well i take Cocktails at night..so wts ur advice honey??)..ha ha..
the bastard
poor abusive bastard
meaningless waste of flesh
sleeping in his beloved
chair.
asphyxiating on this mornings
cocktail
and the gas streaming
out of the oven..
ha ha..u have got great I.Q. sexy!!take care!!
I'm a philistine.
michael- aaah ok, i see. i will have to check it out.
pankaj- well i do score an 85 on the test...
thanks!
diesel- join the club :)
I normally don't like poetry.
But I liked that.
Thanks!
Welcome to the dark side,I love this it's brilliant! I'm with you on inspirational stuff it has the same effect on me, does that surprise you (haha) in fact I tried to think of a 'happy' topic for a 55 last week and just hit a great big blank wall.
pissy- awe well thank you for liking mine ;)
pauline- yeah, it just seems to come off cheezy huh?
dark side indeed.. the poet in us seem to suffer from some... maybe not liked by many but enough to make them feel shaken...
That poem does create a ripple..
sistah...
how many times did i want to stick his head in the oven instead of mine? ask me that one day. thank god i'm not psychotic enough to do it either.
mona- shaken i well may be
crock- yes, please don't bake your head :(
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