Everything is Nothing

I might kill you all and not even know it
Strangling the anger out of life
and leaving myself a blood-drenched poet
Resurrect death’s bliss and harmony
And propane the embers inside
With the passion of the sun - I stole it
I stole the breathing lungs, capacitated
By your scarred ribcage and chest
And ripped your angelic wings into dust
Razor blades engraved an emblem for me
To remember the misery
You endured...when this dull blade met your rust
I’m two steps ahead of the death penalty
All my energy preserved when
Your throat will engulf steel when I thrust
Even the heavens crumble to oblivion
Once I speak blasphemy for you
There is no God that I bow to in need or peace
I fold Biblical scriptures into origami
And exhale cancerous oxygen
That speech is the sickle for the hate I reap
I breed spawned demons from carcass debris
That sweep diabolic over your home
For this poem is the crop of dates I will seed
I have to cope with hope when tomorrow is promised
Because everything is nothing
If my two broken fists and motives are godless

I might kill you all and not even know it.

Lynch the future with a slipknot of your hair
Left as a symbol for dead youth
Corner the white rabbit into the clasp of my snare
Smear the internals of the Lord’s grave lamb
Goddamn his sacred love for all
Reverred internals of this poem broaden my care
To be inclined for these mandibles of Satan’s grasp
And ringe each carrier pidgeon
Into worm infested, germ infected message for the Gods
Stretching the wretching of every emotion
Crop cannabis in the garden of eden
Smoke away the daybreak in grey sirius of no cause
Castrate Malcomb’s black, silk cat for the future
Vicosectomize the victimised
And leave those nine lives lost and nutured
Harvesting the restraints of discrete Christians
Exchange the remains of false idols
For the title of imperial gemini and faded pewter
Brittle the liberty that is fatigue in memory
America is Babylon’s child
Harps of yesterday are replaced by war machines
And the threshold of humanity held tight
Restricted from access of the truth
In a gold, heart locket with pictures of malign
We have to cope with hope when tomorrow is promised
Because everything is nothing
If yesterday’s peace and our nation is godless

It might kill you all and not even know it.

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I might kill you all and not even know it
Strangling the anger out of life
and leaving myself a blood-drenched poet

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^ hahaha dope...

ionno why these fucks are sleeping, this makes me very angry...
there is som much expression and imagery and anger in this peice its unbeleivable, i dont think i can compliment enough on how well written i thought this was. All technicalitys set aside i like this peice cause this is how i feel sometime lol. I really like some of the metaphors in this peice. Some lines were just very expressive and captivating, i really like your style of writting. A well constructed peice in my mind.

Neway your flow was smooth and you imagery was picture perfect, you also used alot of technicality and vocab was great...

for the most part... this was a dope drop...

keep em comin,
Peace...

This was very nice Pinny....
my fav line "Lynch the future with a slipknot of your hair"
that was real strong I thought...the 2 parts were both good, but I
thought the second part...yuo jus snapped and went off on some
crazy internals and multis and your emotion was amazing.....First
part was good, but the second part was much stronger I thought
...word choice was very nice, and mostly it read smooth cause of
you syllable count.....dope drop Pin...keep it up..your on a roll
lately man

Up.

great job here sweetie... i like the way that this flowed out so smoothly... the poem just captivates my mind as i read each line. The emotion that was put into this actually interested me becasue it seemed like even though it was't hidden... it had more meaning that only the eye can capture.... these kinda poems aren't around all that much anymore... I kinda wish that they were because they're a lot more interesting to read.... great job hunny...



...........fav part...........

I might kill you all and not even know it
Strangling the anger out of life
and leaving myself a blood-drenched poet
Resurrect death’s bliss and harmony
And propane the embers inside
With the passion of the sun - I stole it


keep droppin'



....bless

Thanks a lot. Too bad Siberian didn't drop some of his godly feed on this.

I would describe this as like, raw anger, with just a touch of Avant Garde. Quite abstract. There were certain technical flaws that I could identify, but nothing too serious. There were also some very strong lines, for instance the part about "I fold Biblical scriptures into origami/ And exhale cancerous oxygen." I found that to be very, very graphic, and it's meaning, could be construed in a number of different ways. So yeah, nice job. It's good to see you so passionate in your writing. - Jek

Spoken this piece was fantastic.... You had alot of good metaphors and it was real nice.... I think what stood out the most in this was the wording and how you put lines together nice job....

I am naked. Nominate this. You know it is worth it.

This was a wonderful peice. Your imagery was like a picture in my head and your vocabulary was great. I liked the way you showed your anger and the peice makes you angry to read. it was really good, Give you full on ups!!!

This classifies the gayness on RB. Read my fucking poem.

*shakes head*

You love your attention don't you Spoken.

You know this was great, why do you need other people to tell you it?

spoken this was illy as phuck son....<----------lol

anyways this was a very emotional piece definately felt,the imagery was unbelivably dope it had no limits which is good and helps benifit the emotion of the piece, the voabulary was okay also,overall i loved the take to the topic,and the concept was not played at all ....so props man and keep dropping solid pieces

Twas good.

That was a sick opener...lol...wow i loved that

Great job here pinny, you grabbed my attention...get at me for a collabo...if yah up

Word at the collab. That is enough replies, thanks for all of them.

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Originally Posted by SpokenOragami

And exhale cancerous oxygen

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Weren't you taught science?
you cannot exhale oxygen, you exhale carbon dioxide, not oxygen

anyways nice drop man, to be real with you i only made it a few lines into it but i guess i'll read the rest, anyways what i read flowed nice and had some deep metaphors, i'm gonna go finish reading i guess

Cancerous oxygen = carbon dioxide

I am glad you actually took a visit to the poetry forum. Good stuff. My msn is acting gay because of a snowstorm.