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Esen · 09-08-2003, 05:58 PM

Structure

I am to stand alone
living lies of other peoples lives
sharpening my skin
to feel the pleasure of crying knives

And why do you breath
to hear your own innards tremble
to laugh within yourself
sulking quietly and humble

I don't know the need for structure
or pleasure of rain that glistens
just spewing out broken words
hoping you don't have the time to listen

STRUCTURE
BAH
Take this sifted ash
fall down and say ah

I don t want your chains
never cared for your direction
I was never that diciplined
and I do not feel like I'm running for Election

STRUCTURED
Stammering from your swollen lips
fornicated bruises
deep torn scratches lining your hips

close my eyes
I want to buckle and rumble
stand stilll
all of my passions lined up to crumble

I have never been strong
like the stench of rooting words
You want me to write in straight dandy lines
you are fucking absurd

Structure
Its the bane of my ass
fear engulfing each wipe
in paper laced with glass

I want to fall through the paper
splatter across dry dense walls
be silver and sliver
erase the propaganda sold at the malls

I don 't need your praise
but what of my own
do we dare look at ourselves
crying at the feet of the others thrown

And your chains they hold me
make my fingers dance and click
straining against the keyboard
in order for your structure to stick

a puppet of amusment
eyes sunken dancing no more
patted on my back
you make me your whore

Is it you who swallows
My milk nestled with in
amusingly delicious
with after tastes of sin

break me away
from these walls of four broken lines
to keep on repeating
fumes of turpentine

I do not feel like a poet
maybe a peasant for hire
I am furious with myself
lost at the pire

Release me
Take away this fucking Structure
two broken bones
results of the fracture.

No more structure
I beg you please
the lines wrap tightly
my veins choking with ease

-ECL/Chauncey

09-08-2003, 05:58 PM	#4 (permalink)
Esen TFPer formaly known as Chauncey Location: North East	Structure I am to stand alone living lies of other peoples lives sharpening my skin to feel the pleasure of crying knives And why do you breath to hear your own innards tremble to laugh within yourself sulking quietly and humble I don't know the need for structure or pleasure of rain that glistens just spewing out broken words hoping you don't have the time to listen STRUCTURE BAH Take this sifted ash fall down and say ah I don t want your chains never cared for your direction I was never that diciplined and I do not feel like I'm running for Election STRUCTURED Stammering from your swollen lips fornicated bruises deep torn scratches lining your hips close my eyes I want to buckle and rumble stand stilll all of my passions lined up to crumble I have never been strong like the stench of rooting words You want me to write in straight dandy lines you are fucking absurd Structure Its the bane of my ass fear engulfing each wipe in paper laced with glass I want to fall through the paper splatter across dry dense walls be silver and sliver erase the propaganda sold at the malls I don 't need your praise but what of my own do we dare look at ourselves crying at the feet of the others thrown And your chains they hold me make my fingers dance and click straining against the keyboard in order for your structure to stick a puppet of amusment eyes sunken dancing no more patted on my back you make me your whore Is it you who swallows My milk nestled with in amusingly delicious with after tastes of sin break me away from these walls of four broken lines to keep on repeating fumes of turpentine I do not feel like a poet maybe a peasant for hire I am furious with myself lost at the pire Release me Take away this fucking Structure two broken bones results of the fracture. No more structure I beg you please the lines wrap tightly my veins choking with ease -ECL/Chauncey __________________ ~Esen What is everyone doing in my room?