Doesnt it make you sad?
Sprawled across the table, I was
my chest cavity a gaping mouth
meant only for consuming flies and sorrow
you left me there to rot.
Tell me of how sorry your scalpel was
as it made incisions so that you could roll back my flesh
to show me how naked I really am
Tell me if your sledgehammer cried
as it parted my skull, my indiscretions spilling out
ruining your impeccable shoes
Do you ever tire of cleaning up such messes
pushing scraps of insignificance down the putrid rabbit hole
into the gullet of death?
Doesnt it make you sad?
So, so sad?














Comments
God, help me, your poetry is so exqusite!
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To be or not to be?
meh, lets just eat some pancakes and call it a day.
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I'm speechless.
This is so amazing! I love it!
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hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you
Thank you very much.
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Join! ~deutsch
Bis dann.
Ich werde warten.
I was a little uneasy posting it because I didn't think it was that good, but you changed my mind.
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Join! ~deutsch
Bis dann.
Ich werde warten.
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Join! ~deutsch
Bis dann.
Ich werde warten.
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
When I liked this one boy Logan, I always felt like I was baggage to him. Something that he only kept around for emergences, but not because he wanted to. So when I saw the title of this poem I was like "i HAVE to check this out!!"
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hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you
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While some people make love,
others expect rain.
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