A Vacum

You Consume

crack like repitition

addiciton

to emotion

think like they want you

think like you need them

　

its a feeling like apparition

fixation

to addiction

a need to fill and fill

think like the void does

　

Empty,

You will consume

naturally... we will quench with the unnatural....

(we are doomed)

Successful

Recollapse

(venom in a heavy bag)

Reviews

[neurostar burns]

You are cool! Cool! Try between the value polarities. We tend to take events personally or think everything is impersonal. It is neither. These are just peripheral impacts really. Nothing can be personal because no one really understands the motivations of one to make anything personal. Nor is it impersonal or indifferent, it is just something that might not match up as one expects. We can arrange how there is impact received but not be a victim of impressions.:)

You are welcome to peruse my recent entries if you wish.

[Davidgeo]

What do you mean "try between the value polarities?

[Davidgeo]

I don't know what that means

[neurostar burns]

Simply, don't be drawn to polarizing views but assert yourself In a middle ground or way rather than being obliged to go soley according to different view. Wishing you well!

[Davidgeo]

Okay, I can dig that. Thank you.

[neurostar burns]

Good, be your own boss and decision maker but do it informed. Have a great one!

[Troy Henson]

Thank you for sharing. This has some lyrical tones to it. The format for me was a little wide spread and I think the true meaning is lost.

[Chidoriflower]

I liked this, it reminds me of people who are needy can be like emotional vacuums. Also the way you wrote it sounds like a song, but kind of a messy song. Nice as always

[Davidgeo]

I am messy... this is true.

I think in squalor.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

you probably don't want me reviewing your works.vi can be very harsh. That said, you requested.

First, i'm not sure if it was purposeful, but, punctuation. There's almost none. gives me very few opportunities to breath. And few to linger.
Oh, then you lost me at the end. start of the first parenthesis confused me and it doesn't seem to fit in to well with the rest, for some reason. before that point, you focused a lot more on fixation and such.

[Davidgeo]

Of course I want heat... burn me you filthy pilgrim s**t.

No and yes, I abuse punctuation. It's my f*****g b***h... it means what I f*****g want it to mean... it's not confusion I seek... it's abusing, i'm f*****g up the language.... I pressure words, I want to rape them impregnate other things with tainted meaning... odd incest word absurd, - connected- the alphabet's the devil's playground too. With that being said, I think I have an addiction for dramatic presentation..... too much porn


Why do you enjoy anything repetitively? Did you really not get this? Try harder... I bet you'll get it.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Kinky, and same reason people like drums.

[Davidgeo]

What's it like not to be trusted at all?

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Fun. most of the time.

[Davidgeo]

Tell me... has a bar maid ever slept with your husband? Even though maybe you didn't love him then; you still got salty... like a dick. C**t disrespected? Ha... it's a story I'm working on. A character, I'm sculpting a c**t like vixen... basic instinct style. But the man dies this time... horribly.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Sounds like it'll be fun.

[Davidgeo]

Does it? Please expound.... tell me how should I write the Bar Maid who took the pilgrim s**t's husband?

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Hmm, younger and driven, maybe. Sweet and innocent could work too.

[Davidgeo]

Hmm.... Melanie Hicks. I'm going to go pound off... cause you made me think of.... Melanie Hicks.... without the incest.

[Davidgeo]

I'll mail you my semen

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Well alrighty then.

[Davidgeo]

I will see you when...
(I do not trust you)

[Davidgeo]

Listen to the postal service...
such great heights or what have you...
in your stupid language
it should still be good

[Davidgeo]

thank you though.... I like you greatly.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

*evil grin* I know.

[Davidgeo]

See you next Tuesday... pretty lady.

[Davidgeo]

Ugh... you're right about the last part of that stupid poem. Damn it. I probably won't fix it.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

^^' I usually am. and yeah, it's always hard to have the will to change things.

[Davidgeo]

Self confidence much? Congratulations and I hope you get herpes.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Well, that's not very nice.

[Davidgeo]

Do not insult herpes... they are friendly creatures just trying to make a living.

[Davidgeo]

It was very nice... god damn it.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

*confusion*

[Davidgeo]

it happens... just let it happen. (like herpes)