A whole tank full of fish (392 hits)
Category: Quotes & Stories -> PoetryRating: 0.8 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Isaac Zeccs (View user info) at 2004-09-03 05:13:54 EDT
Gather round folks, and prepare to lose those pounds, at the smell of burning flesh, fresh from the hell bound. The hell hounds, that wouldn't come around if i had phones for all these ears of my head to fill with sounds. To drown out the enemy noise, the boy's memory, that waits until he sleeps to possess and test his extremities. Heart beating in his chest, subconscious ever-dreaming of swinging fists into hornets nests, just a whim to blind his lying eyes from deceiving him. Voices screaming, blaring, sirens on the radio. Evacuation ordered, the dam's about to overflow. But that's alright, it's just another town below, the waterline that's rising quick, and can't be slowed.
So, now comes the time to evict the tenets from their tombs. Locked doors assume assured doom, but they won't, they can't go. It's all they know. And they'll soon get to know it so much better, with gallons pouring down from thunderclouds, this awful weather, that fills the air and ground, everything is wetter. I sure could use that sweater right about now, that i no longer feel invincible. Domineered and steered astray by a single, mathe-matic principal, which i can't stand to simply understand, how it passes, workings off as fact to be convincible to the slowly groaning simple masses.
Here i stand, shaking hands, while breaking capillaries between my molars, spending all my borrowed time searching skies for a higher power other than solar. And to think i had believed clarity would seek my outstretched hand, that enlightenment would crave to cave to my demands. That i could consume raw knowledge and have it drip into my bedpan, to save and can, preserved crystallized in honey, for my greedy lips to sip if i ever run low money.
I guess misconception is my lucky 13-letter word, serving to rattle nerves, until i become more deserving. Herding introversion back upon itself, forming redundant patterns while ever increasing the fleecing of my mental health. Where's the wealth? Where's 4th gear? Where's the freeway? Where's my single wish not to flinch as I'm rushed into the melee?
But why scream, when i could lose myself inside the wide screen? Just ignore all of the thunder and the lightning. It's my bedtime now, but i can't sleep with all these lights on. Scared stiff, everything is just too much to bear with, maybe we all just need to find a good therapist, to list or parents as our faults. So go right ahead and shed some light upon my vaults, I'm not afraid to be adult anymore, let's get this life on. And if you're one of the wise, you'll stop opening up your mail. Not every lunatic is locked in jail, so on your porch might sit a time bomb.
-Isaac Zeccs
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Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-10-20 00:31:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Like freestyling.
I LOVE a good freestyler, it's hot!
Submitted by Zeccs (user info) at 2004-09-03 16:01:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Sorry you think this is corny.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-09-03 09:24:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I don't get it and I'm smarter than Einstein.
Ralph Einstein.
Submitted by enraged_baboon (user info) at 2004-09-03 06:12:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i think you are pretty talented but please work on the corniness factor
Submitted by enraged_baboon (user info) at 2004-09-03 06:10:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
how can a locked door assume assured doom.
lame.
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2004-09-03 06:01:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That was pretty amazing.
Cheers.
Submitted by Midnight_Laydee (user info) at 2004-09-03 05:47:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Loved this. Well done.