My Job.

Quivers and droops
On the sterilised table.
Poor thing in abject misery.

It's truck smashed ribcage
Falls and rises shallowly
Beneath your sweaty hands.

Snip away that patch of hair.
Sad eyes meet yours, look away.
Push the needle beneath the skin.

Push the plunger to end misery.
Small cry as legs buckle, sinks
Onto the table top, eyes glazed.

Upset at the death my hand has caused.
But I have to do this many more times.
Ahh well, life goes on...

For me.

MindMaker

I can't make up my mind. I made another blog, but I don't know what to do with it. It's not an easy choice for me. I made another one to stop the people I know from reading it. It was a thingy to sort of protect myself from others opinions, and to stop people from knowing more about me personally I suppose. My blog has done good in the two odd months I've had it, but it has also done a few, er, not so good stuff. My poetry was exclusively personal, and maybe I should return to that.
This new blog. Deleted. All or nothing, and I picked nothing.

Thoughts Today

Back away
Leave it lay.

Take the Rain.
It is your name.

Use it well,
Or it will be stolen.

Exausted and tired
This blog is expired.

Behind closed doors
Defiled laws
Cold floors
Hidden smiles of greed wake.

I think I might give my blog a bit of a break... an extended break. I dunno why, for some reason when i get onto my blog I feel depressed. I might just leave it now. I looked at my poetry book from a long time ago, and actually i feel like i haven't improved at all. I feel shamed as i flick through others blogs, and I've been going longer than they have. Also i find that my poetry gets in the way of other things, like homework.
I guess i need to find another way to vent frustration.

Tips to Trip

Wade through the melted woods of emotion
To reach the shining prize of secret.

Warped and twisted is the bittersweet forest
Of all she holds in her dream.

Don't bring a machete, the more you cut
The faster it grows back.

Don't hack through, slip past. Take none of that
Bold front nonsense.

I'll give you a tip. She's a fake, challenge her
And she's gone.

Use your eyes. Watch for the Rain, then make
Your move.

Hidden Loans

Slops against the side of the bucket
He wont be trusted
Though he says he loves you
He's rough.

Gives away his trade
With his peace offering.
You take it out of pressure
You're hooked.

He's not right.
Your not right.
Together, not right.
End it.

Shakes with anger
Not his own body.
Demands it all back
And more.

"Go home and cry!"
So I do, knees to chest
Bogged down in debt
I cannot return.

There's no such thing as a free gift
So I guess I have to pay.

And the Convo Was

She came out of the washing machine giggly clean!

What waxes, but has no hair?

Exhaustion runs deep
Poured out in lumps
Like the blood that flows
Through soggy veins.

Turns slowly, congealing
Or leaking out
Through slits or cracks
Not meant to be there.

Oozes past wasting muscle
Acidic from under use.
Through the heart fuzzily beating
It's strenth nearly spent.

I think my blog is too serious. I might do sommat about that. I'm always complaining that others are far too serious, and yet, I'm really no better.

Buttom Splodge Knigget

Splosh Fossick Curry

Squishy Blob Splat

Sussuruss Zonk Socks

Plurp Purr Donk

Blubber Warthog Scatter

Flop Lolly Baboon...

I few 'words' that I have choson that I like the sound of... basically cos they sound silly.

That's me being me.

There is a word,
Even the brave fear...

Neh!

Shot his mouth off.
Gave her the hint
That she took with both hands.
A powerful weapon
To use against them.
Destroy the earth!
Pulverise all!

I think not...

Watching her now,
I realise what I've done.
Gone and planted
Doubt in her heart.

Now she struggles
When help is needed most,
She can't find it
Up above.

Made my decision,
Not her own.
She's now lost,
Or less found.

"Change your way
And live my girl.
Don't you worry bout me.
I'm a lost cause.

But you! You have hope.
Don't throw it away.
Keep it, treasure it,
Share it, believe it."