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My thread of crappy Poetry
Life of a heart monitor
Tilted sounds in a tilted corner
monitoring
measuring
140 130 140
screaming to drop to 70.
Pulses of papers stream
flicking flickering
and the heart races
no pulse can slow
no reason can turn this moment into one that is sane.
Doctors murmering, insides crying
Gulping to endure
bring the rate down
Scare away the sweet ilusions of losing control.
140 140 140 140 140 131
give me peace,
i'm a machine crying off the number s of your pain
thin your blood
stop the clots,
bring down the rate
racing racing
pull my plug so i cannot reveal your pain any longer
120 140
oh to be 75
great distances your sorrow runs
beating even faster to slow down
and the doctors wonder.
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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?
Last edited by Chauncey; 05-05-2004 at 04:23 PM..
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