stones

Guilt me
Guilty,
Split me on a rack
Stones are heavy
Ribs are frail
Life is livid let it
crush back your knees ,
lay planks
On your pride
And show you its quarry.

And am I heartless
Guilty,
To find a grin so simple?
Knowing how to blank,
To savor leather,
When I have to eat my shoe?

Accuse me, for
I don’t have it hard
And, I’m all so relaxed

You’re tense,
intense
Past tense: You loose limbed into labor
Releasing blame on me,
guilty

I only say
Hit the gym baby
Stones are heavy.

• On Monday, February 25, 2008, carlosjackal (1801) wrote:
  
  :) -Carl
  
  
• On Wednesday, September 14, 2005, glasshouse (697) wrote:
  
  Well, me being who I am... seem to have picked up something different here. Maybe its just cause of my name... but its got the "glass houses... throw stones" quality.
  
  
• On Wednesday, September 14, 2005, glasshouse (697) wrote:
  
  It feels like your admission of guilt is only making you the bigger man here. You've thrown your share of stones and reaped the benefits, and the consequences of self-knowledge. Passing it on. Great write. -Glass
  
  
• On Wednesday, September 14, 2005, glasshouse (697) wrote:
  
  p.s. way super fucking hot picture on your profile. jeez. -Glass
  
  
• A former member wrote: Fantastic write had an erie ring to it loved it keep it up
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, elisa (1892) wrote:
  
  like a Goliath arm catapulting bolders 'as if' only pebbles with the boom of an astroid sound streaking along the stratosphere....is there any other way to do it? .......hell no:)
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  The tone of your writing is like being sliced to death by the razorblade wings of militant renegade butterflies...it tickles...until you see the ocean of blood that you're neck deep in...
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  ...Some might view the perspective as arrogant...cocky...uncaring...but to me it's all so matter of fact...right...justified...just right...and the last stanza reminds me of these old Charles Atlas workout ads in comic books...
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  ...This skinny little fuck gets sick of having sand kicked into his face by some bulky bully...my man gets tired of his girlfriend calling him,"little boy"...and who could really blame this human stick?...
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  ...God (who is all woman) knows...about three years down the road,my man...the skinny geek is going to have the material world by the nuts...the brawny bully...he'll be cleaning out toilets at your local high school...
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  But instead...my man,the human stick decides to bulk up so he can run around intimidating people...as that makes him feel whole...in the meantime...she's hooked up with a 98 pound computer progrrammer...
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, suicideseason (1906) wrote:
  
  ...If only women knew how far a guy would go to get them in the sack...Nice write,fella.
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, Possesion (152) wrote:
  
  Hmm, It's so falling apart in a put together kind of way...I like it, especially the beginning.
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, broken_spirit (30) wrote:
  
  its wierd....at first i thought i wouldn't like it but it pulled me in and made me want to finish it.....thats hard to do.....great job....as always....
  
  
• On Tuesday, September 13, 2005, sIo (793) wrote:
  
  every piece of yours ties itself to the irony in the end....with no flinch, no lack of inspiration. this was descriptive enough for me to want to see it all. wonderful write.