Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

and i'd give up anything

I ate

my own escape

quite alive

still bleeding

heart took a beating

beating beating

one two one two

stealing glances

left to right

taking liberties

omitting fallacies

from a pedestal

is a long way to fall


still breathing

oxygen intake

still breathing

lived a mistake

still breathing

how many breaths

in fifteen hundred

and twenty one days?


open up wide

looking inside

cracked open ribcage

bleeds out your

calculated lies

gaping and gasping

holding onto nothing


I’ve got a

five year fingered

fear clenched fist

for your

vacuum hearted life


and I’d

give up anything

to see your face

when it finally

hits you

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