| Alaska; a poem/rant about censorship | |
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| D. Black | Jun 2 2008, 03:55 PM Post #1 |
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I'm not breathing, I must be in heaven
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Black tape clogs my throat Like ashes that I vomit Whenever I try to speak, Scream, And sing. They cut the cord on the microphone And now, it is nothing more than a cold, Dead piece of metal in my hand Something that a promiscuous young girl would use to pleasure herself with Because now, It has been deemed “un-patriotic” By men wearing black suits, Gasmasks, Who let their bullets do the talking, Even though speaking is against the law in this town Children bash their skulls in and let their thoughts pour out Along with their cranium Because they hope that now, Something will get through A broken telegraph With some bits of bone mixed in Let’s play pretend for a minute. You’ll be the writer, And I’ll be the man in the black suit. “Rip, Rip, Rip. There go your teeth! Sing now, little prick! Speak your mind now! Oops, look like I sewed your eyelids shut. Are you gonna cry, little boy? Are you gonna? Stop crying, little boy STOP CRYING, LITTLE BOY!!! GROW UP AND BE A MAN!!!” Okay I don’t want to play anymore. So by the time you’re old enough to realize how badly you’ve been screwed over For the past 18 years of your life They clean you up, Shine your shoes, Give you a shitty suit from JC Penney And say, “You’re an adult now. Go off and enjoy the land of your forefathers. You’re free.” WRONG Still, They cut up every word you say, Every note you play, And every minute of every day I watch the lab rats Shuffle past my window And out into the gray, lifeless buildings of the city While the long lost music goes cycling through my inner ear And at the same time, My pen carves out words onto paper, As fast as a rock, Skipping across the ponds in our minds That we call our imagination Where all that is true, And pure, And passionate reside, Unlocked only in our dreams, Where we simply touch ink to page and we glide Across unknown oceans Out, beyond the shores and horizons Until we reach the edge of the world and go, In our downward spiral over the waterfall That sends us plummeting, Until hit the soft cushion of outer space And it feels like we’ve been here before, and we know we have And it feels amazing… …until our eyes open. Or at least, we try to open them. Because while we were asleep, Someone sewed them shut. They don’t want you to see the entire world that has been raped, With napalm and the blood of the unholy And a world whose books are filled with little bits of black over the words That no one will ever read And by the time you tore your eyes open And wiped the blood away, You took notice of the darkness around you And that your mutilated body was lying, Freezing half to death, In the snow. And as you lay there, crying You prayed for the sun to come up. You begged, You pleaded, Almost demanded That the sun would greet your frail eyes And warm your charred body But it never did. “HAHA! Joke’s on you, asshole!” The cold voice screamed into your ear Until finally, the sense of freezing washed into your heart, Like a flood And your eyes closed Forever… So my friends, I leave you with these words… NEVER SHUT YOUR MOUTH NEVER CLOSE YOUR EYES |
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| ** Death's servant | Jun 2 2008, 04:04 PM Post #2 |
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Reflection
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O.O My eyes are wide open. Nice piece, crazy stuff...I love it. |
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| CrestfallenNights | Jun 2 2008, 04:10 PM Post #3 |
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Coming Or Going?
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Wow. o.o Seriously crazy. I like it.... |
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| ChipChamp | Jun 2 2008, 04:23 PM Post #4 |
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Have fun!
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Oh! I really liked that one! Very crazy :D 9/10 ~ ChipChamp |
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| God of The Congo | Jun 2 2008, 07:01 PM Post #5 |
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Dead Poet
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Dude, that was amazing. I love your style, the way your words flow together, yet are just a little a-rythmic. Very good. the rhyming was artfully done. You obviously believe in what you write, and that gives it power. I stand with you. |
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