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Jonah
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Hambre del Alma
Tonight I shift oustide myself
I become Jonah in the whale
tearing flesh against flesh
Do you hear me?
I sceam beyond the lungs,
beyond the limits of my own body
I can become anything on the whim of emotion
teetering between psychosis and coma
man or woman
afraid or brave
what have I done
to deserve this knowledge and
evermore suffering of heart
To shine like a jewel and
sell myself
short
I may yet come back
So many things
carry me away
Am I the bird or
the stone
or the idiot who gets swallowed whole
I don't want to come back
I could stay outside the universe
and we could stitch our memories into place
We could drink salt water
and puke up our hatred
Because I love you and hate you all the same
and I feel the same way about myself
Eternal reckoning
I got arrested in Philadelphia for
evading the police
and when they caught me they said I
called myself Jonah
I don't remember it
It's pretty fucking hilarious now
how I have gone quite mad
and cut my thigh with my own fingernail to
write your bloody name across the cell wall
I'm sure they cleaned it up
I'm sure it means nothing
After all
I have many scars with your name on them
and they just won't go away
Wow...so amazing your
Wow...so amazing your talent...."we could drink saltwater and puke up hatred"...love how descriptive yet beautiful ur writing is.love the last two lines!
Nice... ...except for the
Nice...
...except for the self torment part I'm not really into that sort of thing, but for some I guess it means undying love?
I would say it's 'riveting'!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Jonah In Philly
If autobiographical, you need to change your evil ways, if objective and artistic and metaphorical, you need to change your evil ways - less riviting more gut wrenching worthy - name from scratched thigh blood posted on police walls is an image I could have lived my entire life without seeing - you are very good at painting scenes of horror...ever thought about short stories (Poe like)? ~~Lady A~~
Allets, the thought has
Allets, the thought has crossed my mind. I am a bit morbid but have not one creative writing bone in my body. Poetry is about as good as it will ever get for me. Tis true though, I should change my evil ways...
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.