Beneath the work boot.

Beneath the work boot.

A Poem by johnnyqueer
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I'd rather not share the story behind this, but paint your pictures.

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Sever the skin, lacerations are but kisses
to a mind deranged. As if you could promise,
and stay true to your word. You swore to me
nights of asphyxiation, I am still gasping.

Gaping holes, stabbed by your inability
to follow through. Just a kiss would do,
although I'd fancy your fist. Black and white,
blue like the old days, so nostalgic.

Disgusting waste of life, remember now
how sweetly you described my existence.
You threw me through walls, without
even a wince, or remorse.

Hold me beneath water, green from lack
of attention, much like me, although
I classify under different shades.
Unique, although you don't notice.

Breathe upon me a plague, incurable
by shot, or pill, or puffer... Allow
my decay to process slowly, so you
can break me down further before I go.

No closure ever will be acquired, I
am but a worm to the birds. Lower
than the dirt, a corpse too foul
to deserve proper disposal.



© 2011 johnnyqueer


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This is stunning work. The violent imagery paints such a vivid picture full of emotions. Every stanza packs a punch. Excellent work..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a viciously potent brew of verse, rich in intense imagery, raw emotion and impeccable linguistic flow. Out-f*****g-standing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Strong words made this poem alive and sad. I like the way you use the language. Making the emotion come out with great strength in the words. I like the complete poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Sever the skin, lacerations are but kisses
to a mind deranged. As if you could promise,
and stay true to your word. You swore to me
nights of asphyxiation, I am still gasping."

This was f*****g fantastic to read, the best poem I've read all night!
I loved the depth and intellect you show through your writing, and the topic... the emotion... was so powerful and moving, something I'd be able to connect to time and time again.

The dark, deep angst sets in my mind so perfectly.
The hope that was lost... Everything.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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