Sweet 16A Poem by Patrick DaviesBreaking open the shell.Exhausted human shell - Pre 16. A lump of cells that abuses itself And abuses itself. Tiredness in unhappiness Unhappiness in tiredness. Living for the cities - the vulgar music and the b*****d movies - So hot. So fresh and bright They dwarf me - Failure in comparison. My friends aren't friends And see friends of people, Who mark me with their friendliness Which burns and Stings On contact.
College next Then what, is next? Each step disguised as up When descending - lesser and lesser. I'll make new friends With minds of mine. My mind hurts me - hurts my self - F**k. I'm working on and on and on... And working on my clumsiness, It's heartlessness, selfishness,
It goes away With my success. But I'm feminine for They hate me. They hate me like the girls - who they... Hate me, like me - as you please. My scars - They freeze and yet I Cling to the givers. Receive I will, I will, I will, I won't, But three to one - I die.
Freedom soon, When it's useless. First, play the song - Killing me softer, harder. Massacistic Reflexive Impulsive - foes are, there are, On me, in, me - surrounded with No past to project. Navigate, hesitate, fly - fall. © 2009 Patrick Davies |
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1 Review Added on February 16, 2009 Last Updated on June 23, 2009 AuthorPatrick DaviesnoAboutTell you? About me? But what of the consequences? Oh God, the things they could do to my life if I handed it over... A background from which they could merge into the foreground - a window, an opening.. more..Writing
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