:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Friday, May 16, 2003 ::

Don't Mind Me, Hiroshi

Makeshift emotions swirling deep,
Lies are promises that have been made to keep.
Lighting flashes in a haunted castle backdrop,
Two kids lose their lives because they didn't come to a complete stop.
Mental spew gushing forth, oozing wide,
Quality nor excellence nor taking pride.
Darkness, and eclipse, things become one,
Raindrops fall even though out is the sun.
Temporal anomalies live about us,
History atomized, settles down into dust.
Words cut like knives, sentences like arrows,
I fear being swallowed up by the watching sparrows.
Darkness of day perplexing the brightness of night,
Human shadows smudging ink across everything in sight.
Tick tock goes the clock, minutes fading fast,
My eyes cannot snap images quick enough to capture the past.
Fragments and whole memories locked inside my skull,
Dark sentinels trying to burst free and escape their hull.
Flowers live and die, we capture them for beauty and smell,
Our pretty vases pitiful torture on their way to hell.
Tie me up, cut me, then lick my bloody wound,
Steal my life with your vampiric touch until I start to swoon.
I hope on my blood you do choke, my antibodies eating you alive,
Phagocytosing your entire body, it is you that will take a dive.
Knights in shining armor bright are protectorates of this land,
But to my spoken word and poetry your blades turn to but sand.
Gates will fall and leaders collapse, crushed by the force of the masses,
Because I believe poetry can change the world and kick all of your asses.

:: Rick Kitagawa 12:50 AM [+] ::
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