Unborn in the Storm of Emotion

Unborn in the Storm of Emotion

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
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An experimental poem, I wanted to share with you a newer style of mine.

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Dark miracle obliterating discrimination

Mirage abomination indoctrination

I never wanted any of this, I never choose to be your enemy

I never wanted all those bad memories

But here we are

Genuine 

Impervious insurgent scourge of the unworthy

Divergence virgin under thunders curtains

Manjusaka crocodile

Versatile sundial

Subtile lion 

Fully moving

Awakened trachea

There is no release

It will go on without me

I can only die standing here

Because to die early I would be a coward

There’s not enough blood in me and it hurts

At what point will I give in?

At what point will I leave this world

Heavy sedative because we think like the president

But I can’t f*****g give up

I can’t die yet

Why don’t you just kill yourself Robbie?

Why can’t you let go?

Why do you f*****g bother?

Suicidal manslaughter

Are you just weak?

Is it pity you seek?

Integrity segregating

Heaven’s cemetery

Turn yourself around and stand mangled in your panic

Dowse the flames in sadness

Wash the posh dust of madness blowing out of your nose holes

Oatmeal photosynthesis

Happy cadaver capsized in the sunrise

But not today

There’s no point in getting depressed over things I can’t do anything about

Toboggan astronomy

Pregnations ultimatum

Devastations incarnation

Incandescent depression

Incantations optimization

Illicit commitment 

Surrender blending

Subversive coercion

Organic humanity

Dreadful presidential

Helium chameleon

Dissected incentive momentum

Calluses of malice traversed the universe of his hands

Adverse aptitude alludes the glistening  cinnamon symphony of brisk epiphanic

Ephemeral bone marrow phoenix

Entailing failing entrails

 

Glass hazmats

Precarious Ferris wheel

Manufactured statue saturation

Mesmerized third eye of cyanide

End of time

Unstoppable onslaught

Juggernaut autopsy

Precious petals fell from adolescence, fading incandescent, a hard truth, a possession, like pebbles on the ground, dead weight in the face of perfection, ecliptic with affection

 

Disturbances impervious to the emerging emergency blurring reality, entombed in the womb that soothed my wounds


Emancipated isolation emanates raging escalating creating mayhem separated devastation defecated deviations osculated contained constraining affirmation proclamations radiating fading fabrications grating eradication medicated


Condensating hatred, chasing shadowed shapes complacent, I whisper murder mysteries, grisly grey fragments that rape the basement obituaries stagnating ovulating involuntarily christening cistern purgatory abortion in the abyss of my mistress darkness, I am but a shade


A frayed page taken away in the maelstrom, I was once a book of bottomless poems and death letters and notes of tied rope and useless nooses suiciding into the eyes of Poseidon wading the basement under the pavement and I did not savour it the flavour of isolation, the favourites of mother nature astronauts astounding pounding looking down on me in my sea of morbid philosophy and atrocities costing me a gospel green from the serene but now nothing but dark, and the white lights that yellow the bellowing organ that mallow vericate and vaccinate the defacto pterodactyl variegated viridian prison of subliminal messages pressing my destiny effectively averting insurgency from curdling black void planetoid moisture voices ate through the faded plates of my mind and left behind this nothing, this darkness, this death, and every breath was hot and warm and wet, accordion swords bore through my loins sirloin cords chimed in the dimes silver eyes and death and life flipped on the incision dipping from the coin, and it spun like a lifeline, and I choked on that hope and grasped destiny restlessly, in every rasped relentless essence, it slipped and wriggled free from my fingers like a death bringer, singed my wings, outlined my life blindsided binded figure, rigorous frivolous reasoning, the seasons changed rearranged again, left epileptic in my perception torn from the floor of my form, and I felt unborn


Disturbances impervious to the emerging emergency blurring reality, entombed in the womb room that surrounds sound muses, my music institutionalism, smooth ruminations that soothed my solace free society and sewn the astrewn sinew of my wounds a wildfire’s scream




© 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)


Author's Note

R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

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again!!! you've done it again!!! usually when i read a poem and i can describe it, my soul isnt satisfied; i more tend to read poems that make my soul a blurred canvas of racing energy, as this poem has truly affected me in such a way... great wording!!

Posted 6 Months Ago


this is mostly your style,covering depression and fear to live and yet a fear to die
maybe robbie should seek some help,,and soon

Posted 6 Months Ago


you've certainly got a lot going on. you have a good ability to knit words together to achieve emotive imagery (usually dark for you). the short lines hit powerfully but i think there are too many of them. it drags things out too long losing the impact and too many scattered thoughts but that's just me. disturbing pic. good work ... :)

Posted 7 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

7 Months Ago

True, maybe I went a bit overboard. I'm happy you still enjoyed my work though. You'll find a few po.. read more
interesting, I do like the new style.

Posted 7 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

7 Months Ago

Thank you.
Wow, what an articulate, cleverly written, explorative, dynamic even, raw, passionate, eloquent dark and dramatic, beckoning, redemption, help, maybe even sympathy and understand too. Hurting, seeking, solace and peace all rolled into open incredible piece of emotional outpouring. That left me. Thinking. What the hell? ...I kept reading and hearing and listening and images flooded my senses. I was shocked, in awe and amazed. At this epitaph of someone being reborn even is the only way I can express it.

Posted 7 Months Ago


R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

7 Months Ago

People like you make the enjoyment of writing even more blissful than it already is.
Dawn

7 Months Ago

aw that is so kind of you to say. :)

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Added on March 9, 2019
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)
R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)

Burlington, Halton, Canada



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For those who wonder why I have a silly username, I've been using this name because I find it funny. Potatoes are never really that sinister. The e on the end of potato is because I'm a potato with to.. more..

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