Game??

[latinlyric]

Blame myself for all insecurities of personal reflections
forever Running straight through busy intersections with thoughts of STOP
Hit me with ur flashy grill so that my mind will be filled with the lips of angels.
Angles of patriotism dart straight through to my soul, piercing the main artery
I feel all of the snickers and jeers that i feel even now piercing through my skin like a fiends needle.
Shivering on the edge of penetration always just wanting to leap off of the edge and meet the ants below
Allude to me why I shouldn't run my hands through this blender of life and slice up my emotions with the quick press of a single button.
A blaring cylinder of powder will let me inhale the scents of the salty oceans and permanently scar my brain with snowflakes.
Silvery blade which beckons me, tell me that you wish to touch my memory with a sliver of the thickest steel to poke and prod at my eyes and jab at my thoughts.
Burly cord why must you grasp my throat so and waver with intensity as i calmly slip off of the chair and float over the world, never worrying about who will find me here..sleeping.
liquid love I enjoy which tickles my lungs and slides down my throat, now freezing all of my synapses with a game of deadly tag.
Do you want to join me in this friendly game of
SUICIDE.

Please enjoy and give feedback.

 

[HomerPindar]

Reasoning

my aunt said goodbye
and in the back yard
kissed a gun goodnight

my neice decided to change schools
excusing herself with a bottle
of ibuprofen
and a profound apathy for life

An ex-girlfriend
dug in deep
in Bush’s latest folly
pleads
I need to get out of here.
Get me out of here
Please?

I use to bang my head against the wall
because it hurt more when I stopped.

In Arizona
water falls 200 feet
in the Havasu Reservation,
not once, not twice, but three times.
The ten mile hike in moonlight to camp
worth every step
swimming, the cacti fields, the desert
with no walls.
None of them have seen this
but I have.

HomerPindar

 

[thenry]

Vanilla is the flavor of sanity,
mine, it would seem, so fragile,
so easy to soften that the lines
run over my fingers.
I tried once to go without,
to see how wide the line is
separating me from myself
(six days). I had heard
the unquestioning life
is not worth living.
Does that mean at Baskin Robins
I should try all thirty-one flavors?
Depression would be a licorice
snowball, the ice finding its way
between my teeth, sharp cold
before the sugar rush arrives,
sleep the flavor of coffee mixed
with toothpaste, ennui smooth
butterscotsch, weary satisfaction
that flavor of mostly cream
with chunks of real cherry,
and cohesion rocky road.
One day I may want
to try them all,
but I've just grown fond
of vanilla.

 

[Angeline]

I flirt with life because
snowflakes taste like days
wake up in winter
so I can rearrange drifts
with angel wings and purity
is my dog barking at ice sparkles
falling up from my laughing
descent of seraphic waving

I flirt with life because
every night is another
chance so I wish on myself
and let stars fall where they may
on my eyelids perhaps
and I see too well but I blink
myself to dreams

not death

because the ocean calls me
not to slip past the horizon
nor let the waves carry me
bobbing no more than a bubble
of algae a shell shard sinking
I swim always because life
is flirtation and death cheats
you if you believe that still
empty endless is seductive

I have a bridge
not to sell you but walk
here at dawn with me
until you smell the earth
of hope

 

[champagne1982]

archived elsewhere

 

[latinlyric]

**Whoa**Mouth Agape**

WHAT HAVE I CREATED?..LOL

This is very interesting how all of these wonderful people have banded together because of one thread, albeit kinda morbid, but sorry to offend anyone. Thank you for all of your replies, i accept them with graciousness and respect. thank you to all, maybe we can keep this going?...

PEACE

 

[Liar]

Re: **Whoa**Mouth Agape**

WHAT HAVE I CREATED?..LOL

You made poetry happen.

stir the pod
where notions linger
poke the passion
with your finger

call and read
the echoes' hue
ignition of
the muse in you


#L