Boiling Point

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?

Reviews

[s y e]

"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 ~~

[Frieda P]

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

[Pete Langley]

Graphic and sad. How can I help you find the calm that cools your boiling brain, sweetheart? This is seething, writhing, suffering poetry. Two small suggestions.... Line 2,,,do you mean "mead"?...and maybe "child`s play grew up to be a cruelty" ? P.

[Frieda P]

Take my son and knock some damn sense into him, please......

Isn't mean liquor, I meant meed as repayment....and yes, there shouldn't have been an 'a' in that line but I like your suggestion much better...thanks muchly sweet P.

[Pete Langley]

Children break your heart. I have one doing the same at the moment. I just hope time`ll sort it out. Hugs, love. P.

[Frieda P]

Sorry to hear that Pete, hopefully before it kills one or both of us, sending you huggles back my dear friend. x

[Vikrantsingh]

Good understanding and boiling point. I hate zombies... your pic on this poem is scary :P

Lines I like the most :

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 cruel

Good Executions ;)

- Singh :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks Singh, I hate zombies too, but lately I feel like one. :-)

[Vikrantsingh]

Lol like zombies... they are scary... but your not :P ;) xxx

[Frieda P]

Hahah you haven't seen me in the morning my friend. ;-) x

[Vikrantsingh]

Wow, thats nothing Zombies will remain scary even if you do make-up :P x

[Jack...]

A new day dawns but the darkness is unending as we touch the walls to find our our way, searching for the light switch to find the bulb burned out...as are we. So much is the wieght that we find piled upon our weakened shoulders, but still we try to remain strong in the face of these unsurmountable circumstances. Reach out my friend, you will find a hand waiting for your touch, to guide you to the sunrise and re-install that smile upon your face.

Your poetry should be found under "Emotions" in the dictionary, for that is what I feel each and every time I read.

Frieda, time to take those Foster Grants off while typing, let that light shine in.

[Frieda P]

Hmm someone imagined my shoulders were much bigger than they truly are, thanks my dear friend. Emotions are good, no?

I think they're Foster Grant contacts, they can't be removed in the light of day it seems. ;-)