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a murder of crows dies
on terms of words and burns
while i writhe
a worm
in a land of angel clones
buried in jellyfish and penguin bones
pummeled in a hail of breasts and stones
banging on stumps like drums
with drunken stumbling feet and tongues
whatever comes again and comes
cloth clubs with goth bugs and dead clowns
muffled up and swept under the rug
swordid swords boring holes in doors
and floors to gore the poor
and you wonder why i say that you're the one that i adore.
you shouldnt lose another life;
you only get one more.
i learned to love the gun and knife
my hand just broke
i write no more.
©2008-2009 ~guns4jesus2004
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haha, yah. I like the drunken line ...

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:earth: |Rºb¥ñ| :blackrose:

"I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The inbetween is mine :: I . am . mine" - PJ
thankses. i like this one. but...eh. you know the feelings it boils out of.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
This turns ol' Fie Seven He Sky on a little bit. I'm getting all hot and bothered.
Not really, but it maintains the intriguing character of a Solid Guns4Jesus piece of poetry.

Good work.
I'm going to go roll around in some penguin bones now.

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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
one more?

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Let us kill each other;
live happily ever never.
-Self



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[Member of]: *flower-lovers & ~RosesEtFleurs
thanks. gonna try to keep in touch a little more now. got a lot of devs to go through and hopefully a few to submit. wish i could find me fucking sketchbook.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
Ah, I've had a sketchbook stolen from me before.
It was a big bastard of an ordeal.
Now I just use this computer, and any thief willing to put his greasy hands on it is liable to pay a little more than the eight dollars a sketchbook would cost in damages.

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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
eh i found it last night.
how do you draw on the computer? got a tablet?

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
Fight the Sky doesn't draw.
When I say "Sketchbook" I mean "Book where I keep my shit."
My "shit" is all writing.

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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
ohhhh. see, everything i write i just do in one shot right in the deviantart submission box. or it gets saved in a huge long text file where i keep my random ideas and things that i think are cool. my sketchbook has delicious smooth paper that begs for illustration. gahhhh. i love it so. and i found it.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.

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