Guilty

Guilty

A Poem by Nobody.

A tiny and fierce yesterday hangs from my pants leg in full attack mode. The angry blue eyes of my father stare at me over a denim graveyard. Convicts are no more sinful than I am. I just didn’t get caught this time. Jesus and my mother cry in harmony. Sharp echoes stab my tear ducts over and over. Toxic sounds from within yellow the ancient kitchen walls like nicotine years. I lay down my hollow Paper Mache cross, and pick up a bottle of an earthy purple remedy. In about an hour, everything but me will be dead. No matter how many repetitive ravens I kill off, she’ll never come home. Home no longer exists.  

© 2011 Nobody.


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Self-conviction, it’s the killer in me…I don’t know why, but this piece brought back a memory for me. I used to wear a cross my brother sent home from jail; he said it was made out of underwear elastics…I used to get ridiculed for wearing it…I think we are all “Guilty” some just know how to break out of prison easier than others…Or maybe they just become more comfortable living in the confined spaces of thought…I’m pretty sure you broke out though man!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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What a thought provoking and intriging piece. I took so much yet got so little. The only true thing I felt which is a feeling I am all too familiar with and that is guilt. But I suppose it takes one guilty conscience to recognize another.
A lot emotion behind this. xoxoxo

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very dark write, I feel sorry for this person. Imagery makes it possible for me to see in my mind what's happening. Excellent job!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Self-conviction, it’s the killer in me…I don’t know why, but this piece brought back a memory for me. I used to wear a cross my brother sent home from jail; he said it was made out of underwear elastics…I used to get ridiculed for wearing it…I think we are all “Guilty” some just know how to break out of prison easier than others…Or maybe they just become more comfortable living in the confined spaces of thought…I’m pretty sure you broke out though man!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So, so raw ! The imagery is highly visual and offensive in the best way :)
A great read, well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

if i would change anything, it would to make this less robotic feeling... there's usually such a power to your words.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The savage turn of mind when everything is lost. Packed with your usual take on great biting images.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Terrifying and reluctantly evil with a hint of irony, I loved it

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Raw, frightening... leaves me with a very hollow feeling in my gut.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Aww, I feel bad for the speaker..
Wonderfully written though! Awesome!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such amazing details and imagery.
Splendidly well written.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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