No More

[Pseudomuse]

this also was posted under untitled, and its changed a bit, i hope you guys can understand it better.
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No More

Dr. Day held my heart
In his hands, the bloodied pulp contorting
In his warped appendage
After he busted me out
Splintering my ribs into a myriad of unmatching 
Pieces
He promised me wings
Oh, god, he did							          words tumbling
Off his tongue and through pursed lips
Singeing me orgasmic leaving me prostrate
Please I moaned
His lustful eyes now watch my heart
As fingers nimbly fashion wings
Shoving my heart back in its 
Shattered cage, though hesitantly
He sutured my malleable 
Flesh back together
So I climbed Jacob’s ladder
And Jack laughed from his cloud 
At my misconceptions for this
Wasn’t fashioned from any fairytale
(I didn’t trade a cow for anything
                                                  Here.)
Plastered to the legde
The traffic is so pretty, in this
Concretewastleland
Flashing red, white and yellow
The color of my flag though it lacks 
Color now
I lift myself on manufactured 
Puppetstrings 
To paint the canvas
With [my] diseased fingers
Spreading my flag on the 
Barecement (seeped in barecement dreams)
I have wings now
For breath is overrated here.
		                                                                             No more
                                                                                             No more

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[Queen of Rain]

i like this poem, its even better now, less too-complicated just deep and amazing..

[frontpagenews]

If I told you that I could grasp fully what you mean in this poem I would be lying. But thats a good thing because that makes it intriguing. I like this version better...