Plastic Words

Your garbage

Is suffocating me

 

Piling so high

I can no longer breathe

Free of your pollution

 

Something so fake

Something that’s value has escaped

From all consciousness

 

How can something

So imaginary
Still slip poison through my lips

 

And watch

As it turns my blood

Into your own brand

Of hate

 

Wrath

 

That’s spreading faster than wildfire

 

All dancing below

Your greedy fingertips

 

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Now...this is much did of an impact to the first one...I read of yours...of course the title caught my eye...well designed...here...

[Pawprints]

Muchas gracias

[Glen Yumang Manese]

U r welcome...a lot of interest today at the Cafe...good reads so far...I kind of phrase my lines awkwardly...there...now that I noticed...

[Pawprints]

Yes, there are so many undiscovered talents lurking on this website. As for your phrasing...it's better than mine is on most days. No worries :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I just woke up...excuse my grammar at the moment...good to read you...

[steppenwolf]

Very powerful imagery; good job.

[Pawprints]

Thank you :)

[Wolfwind]

A high energy piece of poetry. It carries a tremendous amount of powerful angst in its ink weave. Plastic Words is a great title for the piece and the image blends everything together nicely.

Nice ink!
Aaron

[Pawprints]

Many thanks :)

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:: wow... a very powerful piece of poetry... 'deception' has quite an effect on one... i relate to this piece a lot...

[Pawprints]

Thank you :)

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:: you're very welcome... :)

[Layteebug]

Wow, this is an amazing poem! And I love the picture. Very good word choice. I love the darkness of it... blood dancing wildfire suffocating escape... I love them all. A very good ending as well. There is no way out.

[Pawprints]

Glad you like it :)