Unborn in the Storm of EmotionA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) An experimental poem, I wanted to share with you a newer style of mine. 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
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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