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Human Spirit


we're slipping over the line
the constant pain of daily aching, human spirit slowly breaking
we're slipping over the line
domestic violence always rising, but it's really not surprising
we're slipping over the line
rape and arson, death and fighting, TV makes it so exciting
we're slipping over the line..ah ha, ha, ha, ha

his jacket's tight, his arms restraining, but he's really not complaining
there's no need to struggle from your own embrace
he came home late his head was reeling, partied hard he's barely feeling
met him at the door, she slapped him in the face
he's slipping over the line
something snapped within his mind of how she treats him all the time
he's slipping over the line
screaming, bitchin' unrelenting, telling him to be repenting
he's slipping over the line
his hands around her neck just squeezing,begging,thrashing,screaming,wheezing
he's slipping over the line
he's smashing, bashing, barely seeing, laughter flowing through his being
ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha.....he just crossed over the line

we're slipping over the line
the constant pain of daily aching, human spirit slowly breaking
we're slipping over the line
teenage violence always rising, but it's really not surprising
we're slipping over the line
rape and arson, death and fighting, TV makes it so exciting
we're slipping over the line....ah ha, ha, ha, ha

her jacket's tight her arms restraining, but she's really not complaining
there's no need to struggle when your tightly bound
he came home late, all drunk and reeking, savage, violent, hurtful seeking
'cause she moved too slowly he just slapped her down
she's slipping over the line
she hit the floor and as she bled she wished to god that he was dead
she's slipping over the line
crawled to the drawer and got a knife, fighting, slashing for her life
she's slipping over the line
she stabs him in the chest and then she stabs and stabs and stabs again
she's slipping over the line
slashing, hacking, barely seeing, laughter flowing through her being
ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha..........she just crossed over the line

we're slipping over the line
the constant pain of daily aching, human spirit slowly breaking
we're slipping over the line
disgruntled workers often snapping, buying guns and massacring
we're slipping over the line
religious ignorance is thriving, abusing children, stealing, lying
we're slipping over the line
rape and arson, death and fighting, TV makes it so exciting
we're slipping over the line
my jacket's tight my arms restraining, but I'm really not complaining
we're slipping over the line
padding on the walls and ceiling, laughter flowing through my being
ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha.........we're slipping over the line....ah ha,ha,ha,ha





 


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On Sunday May 15th, 2005, Kinkypoptart (765) writes:
The way you use your words always amazes me. Great write ~*~Tart~*~


On Saturday February 5th, 2005, Twilight (2102) writes:
wow...my head is spinning. the maddness....heh. i love it. i could picture this is an oliver stone film. played with the cheerful-happy-smile type music. sadistic. im loving every bit...


On Friday October 8th, 2004, SilentStalker (1324) writes:
...the subject matter is enough to strike anyone, and the format this was written in drives one to keep reading...wonderful rhythm, and a flawless rhyme scheme...at least that's how I see it... -Darun


On Friday October 8th, 2004, DarkPoet (225) writes:
A mad chant on the poison that we steep in, good to see some GB works again!


On Tuesday October 5th, 2004, MelvinOliverDrauma (553) writes:
awesome premise, the realization of repression, the loss of control, this is beautiful. I think deep down everyone has someone they wish was dead


On Tuesday October 5th, 2004, MEATGRINDER MAN (510) writes:
I agree w/Mystic on this one. This is the most poigniant poem of yours I've read. And of course, I need to say, "Thank you." Something we all need to do more often, just to keep our spirits from breaking. Take care.


On Friday October 1st, 2004, Sharon Rose (639) writes:
Broken spirit, not human spirit anymore..we've slipped the line so many times I don't think there's going back...sad truth, but wonderfully penned..


On Thursday September 30th, 2004, purr_verse (1437) writes:
now THESE are some damn fine lyrics indeed; i can absolutely hear music behind this... Love that conclusion; and your metre remains faultless throughout. Powerful and compelling words.


On Thursday September 30th, 2004, Angst Queen (471) writes:
oh gods this work is amazing! the flow is awesome and the whole thing just leaves me wanting more ::laughs:: the vividness...ah shit this is getting added


On Thursday September 30th, 2004, Rachel (393) writes:
"rape and arson, death and fighting, TV makes it so exciting" Jesus Christ, GB.. This is great. THe flow is so in your face and out there. I love it. A lot. And I'd love to hear it put to music. *favs*


On Thursday September 30th, 2004, mysticventures (546) writes:
stark portrayal of reality these days - tis a shame things are the way they are - thank you

 
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