Stop Reading Here (Because You Don't Care)

(Stop reading right here because you don't fucking care)
My verses will be too long, to damn strong.
And your mind won't comprehend. The mindfuck
you might feel, and sometimes I know you will fucking
hate the way I feel. But, nobody says you had to come
here to my mind, and play this game of I could try.

(Stop right here)
You've come to far within, I'm like a druggie, that
can't get enough of the words, as I siphon my lips
against the pages, I'll blow out the emotions. Letting
you see everything my heart and soul is. But, you stopped
caring at the first sentence, giving in and not wanting
to finish. I question your stability, your sanity. As you
pull away once again, and I want to tie you down tight.
Making you listen, to each tiny big word that has some
big meaning you might not catch on.

(Pause, breathe, I need a smoke)
Give me a minute, I'll put a dictionary in just for you.
So you can know what I'm saying without lifting a
finger to check for yourself.

(You don't give a shit, so don't kid yourself)
Your like a whore you just have to look, just a tiny
peek. You might thirst for me, you might discard me
but I'll always be here, like the blood boiling in your
veins. I want to piss you off, to make you feel as the
world is falling apart. I want to give you love, romance,
feeling. I want you to know what it feels like to be
bleeding.

(Stop, right here)
Its way to much. My thoughts are like acid that burns
holes through your mind. I lock down your arms and
give you a rhythm. How often I do it; it's not quite oft.
But, when I do it doesn't matter because it was just chance.
Its all a game of luck. I know you stopped caring, but
tough luck. I'm a voice, a soul, a human. Who views
my life as any other. I'll say what I want, when I want.
When I think it, I won't be nice. I'll tell you the truth.
Brutally, I'll leave you raped with the sperm of each
verb.

(You're still here?)
Why? Why do you bother.
Why do you even want to try.
I'm just yapping on saying things that aren't prefect.
That aren't short, sweet and simple.
Feelings are sometimes more complex than that.
You are heartless, cold, distant.
I feel your breathing, but I don't see you here.
You've come to see me, how amusing.
I don't seem to care, but I look over my shoulder
anyway, like it'll matter. But, it is just thoughts.
Just brittle thoughts that are decaying.

I've had this thought in my head for weeks.
I wanted to tell you, to stop right here.
You don't care, you stopped caring as soon
as you saw what it said. The length, the wisdom.
Maybe not wisdom, but truth.

(I hear you)
You seem to be calling out.
Cursing at me, it makes me laugh.
I breathe for the moments of your reaction.
I want to make you fragile.
To make you strong.
To make you struggle against my binds.
I want to devour your simplistic mind.
Because we both nothing is really there.
Just butterflies floating with their little tiny
brains, bleeding out and screaming wings.

(You've come to far)
I'm quite shocked, you made it to this.
The moment where I have my mind spoken.
Where I want to regurgitate more words.
Just so I can make one emotion stretch out
to infinity because I know deep down I'll
never express it. I'll never truly let you
know the burning within my soul.

Yet you keep trying, as if it matters.
That maybe if you make it through this,
you can reward yourself, pat yourself on
the back. Move on knowing, at least you
gave it a try.

(Exhale, smoke)
It feels so good to burn my lips against
the cigar, it tastes so sweet to have
immaculence in my mouth. The sober
taste of a cherry burning froth. My muscles
are tiring but my thoughts keep going.
They keep rolling, until verse after verse
is spoken.

Because at least it makes me feel as if
I've exhaled this smoke, and it meant something
more now, then it ever will. That I took
the time to explore that emotion to rip
it apart. To rape its fibers out of its cottony
fabric.

(Halt)



Who said I had to make you feel?
That I had to make you know each thought.
I'll give you simple short and sweet.

"I felt"


(Stop, you've come to far)

Let me drizzle just one teeny tiny sentence.

"You didn't"

• A former member wrote: Holy-hellhounds... this was spectacular! I've never read anything more enlightening. I'm new to this site and I've only read a few different things so far...but damn..this is deffinately without a doubt my favorite work. Kudos, bravo bravo! I'm looking forward to reading more from you.
  
  
• On Sunday, April 27, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (693) wrote:
  
  You've never lost my attention yet. I always make it to the end, and this piece was no exception. I hear what you're saying, loud and clear.
  
  
• On Sunday, April 27, 2008, Mab (1196) wrote:
  
  this reminds me of when my husband reads my poetry journals and then accuses me of slander...I want him to read this."I'll leave you raped with the sperm of each verb."...ouch!