Rippers

Rippers

A Poem by Sorry Infamous

It always starts
with fingers crossed and teeth clenched.
It always starts with malfunctioned memories.

We are in the business of burning bridges.

and this spot that we keep pushing is sore.
It is ancient
and poignant
like artwork.
like you are
when you are on.

I was once a chalice
and you filled me
But our cup runneth over
over and over
it spills
onto the sheets
already stained
with the splatters
of regrets
each drop is a drag,
a drug, a death.

It always starts
with a rib broken...

We are in the business of snapping necks.

© 2009 Sorry Infamous


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We are in the business of burning bridges.
and this spot that we keep pushing is sore. ---- I love these two lines!

We are in the business of snapping necks. -- See, now, I don't see the literal meaning here; what I see is, two beautiful young women who cause men's necks to snap when they walk by. Snap!

It always starts
with a rib broken,,, --- And you say, 'But what about this line?' To me, that proves I'm right, for what comes right before a head snap? The sucking in of the breath as you see the young women approach!

But, of course, as the author only you know the true meaning. Personally, I think it's about love, or at least, lust....

It always starts
with fingers crossed and teeth clenched.

like you are
when you are on.

But our cup runneth over
over and over

Great write, any way you meant it! Terrific job!




Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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ZANG! This is purely POWERFUL! You are truly painting a picture that I could stare at for hour. Our word shoud always convey, that which is so vivid in our minds. I feel you have done this here. EXCELLENT!

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I find much truth in this write! I enspecially liked "onto the sheets already stained with the splatters
of regrets" :)


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We are in the business of burning bridges.
and this spot that we keep pushing is sore. ---- I love these two lines!

We are in the business of snapping necks. -- See, now, I don't see the literal meaning here; what I see is, two beautiful young women who cause men's necks to snap when they walk by. Snap!

It always starts
with a rib broken,,, --- And you say, 'But what about this line?' To me, that proves I'm right, for what comes right before a head snap? The sucking in of the breath as you see the young women approach!

But, of course, as the author only you know the true meaning. Personally, I think it's about love, or at least, lust....

It always starts
with fingers crossed and teeth clenched.

like you are
when you are on.

But our cup runneth over
over and over

Great write, any way you meant it! Terrific job!




Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is one of the best works of yours that I have read so far, I really like it,
It works for me on so many levels,
But what do I know?
Well done


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow, I really like the depth and uniqueness that you bring to the table on this piece all the way through,
and the ending line is a clincher, an excellent, well crafted work of insight and pain,
a real pleasure to read, thanks for sharing your talent

Posted 15 Years Ago


Holy WOW... that was very fascinating... it seems so eloquent then turned brutal... it really makes you think... in the long run I see people who always sabotage their own relationships to avoid love.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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