Poetry Corner

[loseyourname]

Waiting for Cremation

The stench of ash inches inward to my lungs.
Blackdust lingers in the corner,
knowingly out of reach of peripheral vision.
The pump of the chest since ceased,
I nonetheless willfully listen, listen.
My body temperature drops as
the air temperature rises
and a man in a surgical mask calls out
over the crackle of organic fire;
everything is mumbling.
I want to sweat, to stress
but the adrenal gland isn't responding.
Memories of lunchtime tales
of aztecs and volcanoes linger,
creeping to the forefront
of a disconnected mind;
wondering if the fire in the chimney
really is mine;
wondering if it really is my time.

[HyeJinx1984]

A sacrafice to pay the toll

A final bath, to cleanse my soul…
a sacrifice to pay the toll…

I lock the door and turn the tap…
fill the tub up to it’s cap…

I put in one foot, and then two…
offer one last prayer to you know who...

I take a breath and carve my flesh…
Drop my arms into the depths…

When it is all is said and done…
over the edge, my blood shall run…

A final bath, to cleanse my soul…
a sacrifice to pay the toll…

[hyebruin]

(one of my best loved poems! and i first read it on the net back in 98!)

Flower Among the Weeds--Hal Gantt

I'm glad I met you on life's rocky road
while gathering weeds grown from seeds I sowed
I pulled and I pulled till I thought I would drop
I must have had help when i planted that crop.

I had to keep searching thru these useless plants
If I looked long enough, I might find, perchance
the seed I'd been saving, but somehow had lost
It must have been mixed with the seeds I tossed.

I picked some wild roses down life's winding way
I remember their fragrance, still to this day
they withered and died, with my dreams and plans
and left me with nothing but thorns in my hands.

I knew my one flower was growing somewhere
and I knew no other could ever compare
I'd search and I'd search for all I was worth
If I had to pull every weed on this earth.

The very first time I laid eyes on thee
I'd have to be blind, if I couldn't see
what, now on my mind, is forever engraved
You're the flower that grew from that seed I saved.

Now that we've met, from the search I resign
to devote all my life to making you mine
for I didn't find you, 'cause you weren't lost
and I merely can say, now our paths have crossed.

The words, "make you mine," poor choice, I suppose
'cause I can't pick you, like I'd pick a rose
but I'm truly hoping, I've found indeed,
my flower who'll grow with this lonely weed.

[HyeJinx1984]

lol, don't get to serious with my throw away comment... Angelik knows what I'm reffering to

[ardenik]

hehe funny, when i was in high school pple thought i was weird because i wrote alotta poetry... damn high school teenage peoples
poetry kiks bootey

yea same here... & after all that, i dont even do it at all anymore!! hehe

armo thugs suck ass... Hye Thugs(tm) on the other hand KICK ass

i hate all "thugs" mostly for 2 reasons: a)99.3% of them arent actually thugs, they just like calling themselves that. b) those who actually are thugs wish they werent, because its not exactly a situation one would wish for... since it involves poverty, lack of most means & total lack of all luxury, & being a social outcast.. yani abow, gyanke kaken e, chem kider inch bid'nem... & yet, the other 99.3% cruise along in their convertible beemers (or Pontiac 6000's..) trying to get ppl to call them thugs, cuz "omg life's been hard.. my girl left me & took off with one of my 6 sports cars.. & all this because i cheated on her twice.. she didnt even wait for the 5th time... but i dont care cuz im all about the bling & there are thousands of girls who want me because ThUgLiFe4EvA, mothafucckaa...."

okayyyyyyy........

[sad_eyes]

Hahahahahahahahaha. Now THAT people, is art at its best form.

[HyeJinx1984]

I'm assuming that is about yourself no?

It's up for interpretation as the theater majors would say. But yes it is about me. It's funny, I've got a lot of different people giving their views on who the "doctors" are... and, as always with art, there's no wrong answer.. the doctors can be whoever you want, but so far no one's figured out what group I wrote them as... which is fine with me.

[ckBejug]

Sex with Dogs,
Sex with Hogs,

Say it ain't so!

[Thai-Samurai]

I'm assuming that is about yourself no?

[HyeJinx1984]

The Disease

Why do you allow yourself to suffer so? I see it… day in, day out. You go to the hospital. You sit there, quietly… waiting. Why? Why do you just sit there? There are doctors all around you… bred for the single purpose of curing YOUR disease. Ask and you shall receive.

But no… you’re content to just sit there. What do you think about while you sit around waiting for nothing? Do you think of the years wasted, letting the it grow within you when it was even simpler to treat then? Hmph… Tambal Deghah.

Perhaps you like the suffering… it gives you meaning in life, to be this way… to be a victim to this sickness.

I hope you’ve already accepted that you brought this upon yourself... no? Then you’re even sicker than I thought. Where did this disease come from then?… you believe THEY gave it to you?

Ah, I understand now… this is why you wish to suffer. You’re trying to prove something to them? To the doctors? You’re trying to prove you don’t need their cures, their help… You think you can survive with out them?

…

…

No. No, that’s not it at all… is it? I can see what’s inside you. I AM you. I’ve seen your true thoughts… and now it’s all clear. Your goal was never to be cured… you WANT to succumb to the disease.

That’s why you got to the hospital every other day… you go, and you say nothing… so they will see you and watch you fade away in silence. You don’t want their cure, not NOW… you want them to realize that they gave you the disease in the first place.

Are you really that stupid? Do you think your suffering will teach them anything? They thrive on making everyone but themselves suffer. What makes you any different? Oh… yes, I forgot… you wanted to be a Doctor yourself.

Well… there’s nothing I can tell you now… You’ve made up your mind it seems. This is really what you want? This is what you’ve wanted for years? Okay… like I said, you know they won’t learn anything, right? You know they won’t show any sympathy to your silent suffering… right? Okay. Suit yourself.

It will be amusing to watch you die.

THE END