Human.

Human.

A Poem by johnnyqueer
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bleh.

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Crumbling sensation, diluted by nothing but absolution.
Destroy the knot that binds me here, I thirst for the
ocean floor. Deeper like words that lovers scream,
I desire no penetration, although would fancy
release. Long for nothing more than nothing.

Shower me in crimson shades of rage, much
like angelic painted lips. Lick the life from
my bones, savor the anguish like delicacy.
Starve me of passion, until my bones, brittle
break. Crush my structure to angel dust.

Grace your nostrils with my existence, breathe
in deep; Bask in my robust memories
of abandonment, and disdain. Cough up what
your body has left to absorb, to prevent an
overdose of radical, unhealthy, emotion.

Bury me deep, as to not release my stories...
Hell on earth began with birth, the fallen
angel my father. No love found in this
dimension of obsessive compulsive corpses.
Robotic in emotion, and flawless in perception.

Throw me to the sharks, I'm ready for initio.

© 2011 johnnyqueer


Author's Note

johnnyqueer
Caught in a rut. Undertones of depression returned to fester, and surface. Blahblahblah.

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This it a truly remarkable piece of work. The emotions that you put into this make me quiver as I read. I love your use of words, they make the imagery of what was going on much more potent as well as ensnaring.

Posted 12 Years Ago


incredible writing : ) ur very talented

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice..I like the the title to this relatable poem and the second stanza really stands out to me because of the intensity in its words..Excellent work.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on September 10, 2011
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Tags: Anger, Sadness, emotion, blah.

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