Mistake to Know

I didn't really want to know.... Know No Shame

Close my mouth just to talk to you

Eyes so wide

Engulfing

I'm going to kill you tonight

My love, my dear,

      my honey bear

My squeeze

Unto you

And all our secrets

My greatest enemy

The love I lost to me

There is no foe in her

I give her all to bear

That divine killing reason

 

Out of the madness and into the fire

Close my eyes and I see you

Perfect, a picture

we hold our breath

until I breathe

Another one and again we f**k

a sin goes on

I cannot stop I am fore gone

I see you all I offer more

I can be your w***e

Your forever more

Knowing shame is to be without begging

A man with so little never envied much less

To believe in a love

To express and engulf

Paper

Mache

Dissolves in the rain

Like tears

So sad

I've had my abortions

Slaughtered the weasels

'Till I'm left without purpose

At your feet

In a ball

For our murders

I will kill for us until we don't breath

Could you have what it takes

Are you preoccupied with greed? 

My love,

We live for another

We die for each other

Nothing's forever

I'm going to kill you tonight

Author's Note

Ever hear of a glorious little monster called the Tardigrade (The Water Bear)?

We live in their house, show some fucking respect.

We're the blink of a castle.... they are the empire until the sun. Maybe after... panspermia.

Reviews

[ThePaperPrincess]

Slowly catching up on all my reading, and reviewing, I can't quite place my finger on why I always feel compelled to devour your work (not literally, I hear that consuming paper isn't good for you.)
Your way with words can be quite jarring, but I must say this is my favourite piece so far.
I'm a sucker for anything relating to the passion between to people.

To be honest I don't have much constructive critiscim for you or some profound insight, I just really love this piece.

[Davidgeo]

Good to know

[Davidgeo]

Angry bears and that dude from Titanic....

[TL Boehm]

There is some serious shock to this piece -but that is your style - we all have our thing that we do and yours is to raise hackles, bp, and sometimes undigested bits of our last meals. And that's ok. Poetry doesn't have to be pretty.
but then there is this:
A man with so little never envied much less
To believe in a love
To express and engulf
Paper
Mache

Dissolves in the rain
Like tears
So sad

and it is almost gentle, almost beautiful. It is a bipolar poem, and it seems to switch gender as well. It seems written in a female perspective or voice at times. I find that fascinating - not for any weird reason but just because good writers can do this believably. Reading this poem is like watching those Youtube bits where the cat is allowing a tiny bird to mess with it and everyone thinks it is adorable. Yet I have owned both cats and birds and it is the nature of a cat to hunt. Hope that makes sense to you.

[Elise Anton]

Sixty one views and not one comment. Hmmm

Dare I???

Say I like it? Say you wrote it for me? (Oh such presumptuous arrogance!) Really, the words flow to their inevitable concusion. I flowed along - twice - just to be sure I had been flowing the first time. You're good jizz, far better than my aspirations, whatever they may be. Fight me or not. I liked it irrespectively. You carried me even though this may just be foolhardiness on my part...

[Davidgeo]

Honestly, I think one crazy person looked at this 50 times. I was pretty drunk when I wrote this one. I think I was pretending to be a pirate or something

[Elise Anton]

No that's not your pirate one you bufoon! Cheers on your next one.

[Davidgeo]

it's pirates... all the way down. ("it's turtles, all the way down" google that s**t if you need)

[Elise Anton]

Haha. Trying to win an argument with the turtles pun! (I didn't need to google sorry).

[Davidgeo]

Whatever. pirate face