Klark Kent

Klark Kent

A Poem by Jacky Bones
"

Chamber thrust and you bust

"

Love is free

and I feel pretty... pretty

damn selfish

Selling you the story

I sold myself today

we call in sick

Sickity Sickity SIck

pour another drink

Tell me what you think

Tickity tickity TICK

My internal clocks

got a bag of rocks

of crack

and other things that brake hearts

We're waist to waisted   fast paisted

We brase ourself for reactions

retractions, green eggs & ham

believe me I've got ceiling tiles as

floor mats and dinner plans

ballroom flowers, plotted plants

scooby snacks, hero tracks

that run around me but the silver

screen is made of spider green

palm trees grow in

my hands but they smell of blood

that stained your gun

I'm just the pin and your my trigger

Your my hitman baby

I lie to my day dreams

like you stare down the scope

You loved your crosshair

I love it when we'd cross

And you'd let down your long dark hair

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but my eyes hold no beauty

these arms hold no longer

"Now its time to sleep"

© 2009 Jacky Bones


Author's Note

Jacky Bones
hope you see what i saw

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Okay, honestly,
It could be just the mood I'm in,
or it could be the poems you write
but all the new poems you've submitted,
I picture someone rapping.
and it flows so nicely in that sense
more so than if you just try to read it plainly. :|

And oooh how I love the images I get from this one!
How much I am inspired to draw and create pictures to go along with this poem,
if only I had so much time!
I think I do though...
But oh my gosh,

my favourite part:

"scooby snacks, hero tracks

that run around me but the silver

screen is made of spider green

palm trees grow in

my hands but they smell of blood

that stained your gun"

that imagery
is just too cool for me.
and I am just so inspired from this poem.
And the colours I see just from reading this poem,
are just so beautiful.
I absolutely love this one too.
Like how I love the other poems you've recently submitted,
but I've come to notice that they are all completely for different reasons :)

Love you

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Okay, honestly,
It could be just the mood I'm in,
or it could be the poems you write
but all the new poems you've submitted,
I picture someone rapping.
and it flows so nicely in that sense
more so than if you just try to read it plainly. :|

And oooh how I love the images I get from this one!
How much I am inspired to draw and create pictures to go along with this poem,
if only I had so much time!
I think I do though...
But oh my gosh,

my favourite part:

"scooby snacks, hero tracks

that run around me but the silver

screen is made of spider green

palm trees grow in

my hands but they smell of blood

that stained your gun"

that imagery
is just too cool for me.
and I am just so inspired from this poem.
And the colours I see just from reading this poem,
are just so beautiful.
I absolutely love this one too.
Like how I love the other poems you've recently submitted,
but I've come to notice that they are all completely for different reasons :)

Love you

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 17, 2009

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Jacky Bones
Jacky Bones

Holloween Town, HI



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