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grammatically inclined
and intellectually
challenged
emotionally destroyed
and socially unfit

watching thoughts
in my head like
a guard dog
reaping choices
like they raped
themselves

could you push
my buttons any lighter
just to see if i'll
come close
then taper off

i'm only human
after all and sinning
like there is
no time
to kill

waiting on my
own response
just to see how
long it takes
before i'll blow
my load
and blame the
rest on you

whoever comes to mind
at that specific time
to match the pain
thats labeled lines
along my pupils

like looking
into a black room
reading black words
on a clear glass
you can't read
it for shit
but i'm on the
other side
filing my nails
on the window
trying to make it
go away
but you try
to spit'n shine
such an unaware face
wrapped in plastic wrap
and hairspray
to clean off the dirt

it's just no use
the goal is gone
where the target
lingers walking
fingerprints
like deer tracks
up and down my face
so i can't even look
in the mirror anymore
not tempted to pull
out a gun
and
shoot

what feelings i
pursue just to
feel myself
again
be it drinking
until i puke
like a rookie whore
or smoking like
my lungs are
built to
gas a small
child

who knows
anymore
my eyes are just
open to say
i'm alive
beating heart
to heart
because i'm
starving myself
craving attention
from just a
little love
shaking it
off cocaine style
until the craving
pushes me
to fill
the void.

come disgust myself
with me and we'll discuss
the terms of discontent

just like we would
if it were someone else
only i'll be left
the one sitting
in the bathroom
stall all alone
punching push pins
into my thighs
with sticky notes
and IOU's
until i've bled
my memory to
bleach stained tiles
and truly

watched my life
flush before
my eyes.



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On Monday March 31st, 2008, Reefer_rave (222) writes:
This just about makes my brain shut down.. awesome in the true defination of inspiring awe...


On Wednesday July 11th, 2007, Sharon Rose (658) writes:
there are times, Jo-Jo, I think I remember being you...not that you should ever look to being me; you've got far more potential...it's just the sentiments are like looking into a snowglobe full of memory..


On Tuesday July 10th, 2007, LostInDespair (197) writes:
You did it again... it really shouldn't suprise me anymore but I can't get over your ability. /sigh. ~L


On Tuesday July 10th, 2007, carlosjackal (1718) writes:
To me this represents the other side of living the high life and clubbing it up. And the way you've told that side was both crushing and nailed with precision and beautiful, heartbreaking expression. Knockout, honest, fantastic poetics. -Carl


On Tuesday July 10th, 2007, verablue (159) writes:
i love the rhythm created by the short lines. and i must agree with six...that ending is killer. i liked so many bits of this so much its hard to pick a favorite, so i'll just favorite the whole thing.


On Tuesday July 10th, 2007, saintedmad (1185) writes:
"like a rookie whore" unbelievable line. . .. solid and subversive write; i like the way it fell and kind of crashed aesthetically as well. .. . loverly ...ness..


On Monday July 9th, 2007, Unforgotten (155) writes:
How do you do that?! Your words are amazing... truly humbled


On Monday July 9th, 2007, TheProphetUntold (360) writes:
I think the entire piece is relentless and powerful. Beginning to end, like a rack torment. Excruciating.


On Monday July 9th, 2007, An Expired Member (11) writes:
Such wretched malaise and virulent asperity. So viciously human. Don't those lines of cocaine begin to look more and more like bars every day?


On Monday July 9th, 2007, Six-Out (1823) writes:
the last three lines floored. the rest, picked me up and prepared for the drop. this was nothing less than devastating.


On Monday July 9th, 2007, Army Barbie (491) writes:
Why can't I think of comments like this. From the first few opening lines I was freakin hooked. And as Jonny boy said, the last three were a smack to the floor. You're pure badassery



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