The Way

Monday, August 18, 2003

The pain of crawling,
up inside,
of wanting to die
To melt away with

WILL CONTINUE LATER...
Teal @ 10:32 AM

A soft wind,
rustles the leaves.
The already have fallen,
their home laid out arcoss the dirt.

A single blade of grass,
Bends,
Ecompassed by moisture.
Roots Strive,
to make a lasting grip
on the dark soil.

Hatred humidity,
advances with
towering armies.
All plotted,
against this green,
single blade.

Its plight worsened by narcissistic roots,
controling to let go.
This poor blade,
thrust into a civil war,
while the calm breeze coaxes
with a merciless grin

The Blade of grass lays imprisioned,
in a sheltered world of pain.
Teal @ 10:31 AM

The white foam
closing over my world
stings my lungs as it spreads

My tears black,
freeze on my,
ashen cheeks.

My Fratility is my blessing,
My need is to be needed.
My bruises bleed,
and this deadly weakness.

I am in control.
I try to wrap my rough hands around this crafty liquid.
Smearing on my skin
leaving huge welts across
my burnt face.
Teal @ 10:22 AM

I close my eyes to the vibrating noise,
Letting the sharp void take over.
The sense of my failure tugging at my skin.

I feel the flow of mundane life,
wash over me.
Leaving a sticky residue

As i walk,
I walk alone
Sensing the nothingness of life,
See the people pile up their lives.
I walk alone

Seeing the real obesity,
Our culture,
stuffing themselves with bastard problems.
It is this obesity,
fucking up our world.

There are a few,
that resist the temptation.
But I,
I am the fattest of them all.
Teal @ 9:20 AM

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These are my poems. Written in my happiest and darkest hour. Wow that was corny. (tealytoo@yahoo.com)