Boiling Point

Boiling Point

A Poem by Frieda P


Another day dawned...

demanding a meed of flesh and blood
bones shattered under the pressure of the sun
purging the old and undertaken view
harmful toxins waited in the shade
til moon came out to play
stick a needle in your eye
step on all the cracks
break your mother's back
child's play grew up to be a cruelty 
in disguise of white candy crap
took the stranger in while looking for a solution
brain on fire, bubbled over on my skin
what is the boiling point of mind over matter?



© 2013 Frieda P



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"stick a needle in your eye
step on all the cracks
break your mother's back"

Oooooh flip flops, love! This is a dark, powerful write. A lot of really vivid lines that make you go ouch! Ha, This is another outstanding write from you. I don't think the darkness would ever leave us fully, we just kind of get used to it being there, we have so much in our mind that it is weighing us down and yet, we still try and remain strong for others around us.

~ Noodlebumble ~~

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Wooo another flip flops from Sye....made my night! x


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This is my first attempt at slam poetry, and I'm excited to film a performance of this piece over the coming day.

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I just don't know what temperature that is but I can feel the heat from the flame through cyber space. An evocative piece that is cleverly written.

Posted 4 Years Ago


this is clever, the use of verbs to introduce the phrases...good idea !

Posted 4 Years Ago


Frieda intense, dark and imploring. When everything just gets to be too much and we want to escape. Everyone has a method to use to go unconscious to life. I Absolutely love the last line. what is the boiling point of mind over matter? I think for most things somewhere between our will and need to feel pain free.

Posted 4 Years Ago


It is hard just to get out of bed some days Frieda and I suppose thats when it is most important to make the effort, even when the reward for such gargantuan effort seems little.
You describe the feelings that pervade such days so vividly here.
Keep on keeping on my friend
X

Posted 4 Years Ago


the monsters are real. Addictions, craves, predation waits for innocent souls and those who survive - carry puncture wounds from their teeth.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this one. It made me think of Halloween and all the gory things that lurk in the shadows that time of year...but then again they are there all the time, we just think of them more often that time of year. Masterfully penned. And I loved your closing question.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wonderful dark write.. had me sitting on the edge of my seat reading.. eerie! But I love it nonetheless.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

4 Years Ago

This is one of those that basically wrote itself, you know how that happens, thanks Lori.
Found via my news feed. The last line is classic.

You should copyright it, no wait you did.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

I'm glad you happened upon my page Kenneth, thanks so much.
What is the boiling point of mind over matter, captivating thought...

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

I wonder if there's an answer, thanks Derek...
sometimes it all gets to be too much...and just one more thing can push us over the edge.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Frieda P

4 Years Ago

Exactly, thanks jacob.

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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