I'm a walking holocaust

Hiroshima in my head

How can a small piece of flesh accomadate so much affliction?

Virulent predecessors ravage my veins

No matter how much blood trickles from these wounds

you won't go away,

Black box for a brain

If i crash, will it go away?

These penetrating negative thoughts..


Serrated claws on a blackboard

the images in my mind,

Grinding against the productive thoughts of my brain,

Smashing my skull with your antagonistic vibes,

Cultivating me with your screams..


Are you both satisfied?

The lives you have raped,

Can you sleep conscientiously?

Knowing what you have accomplished,

A saddlebag of expunged souls to concede to..



◄ I Want to be you

It's all just words ►


tony sheridan

Sat 20th Oct 2012 23:59

I relate to this. Nice one. Take care, Tony.

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Sun 1st May 2011 23:44

This is brilliant, really deep and raw xo

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melanie coady

Tue 15th Mar 2011 09:22

thanks everyone xx


Mon 14th Mar 2011 18:25

Lots of re quotables here like Black box for a brain innovative use of metaphor

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John Coopey

Sun 13th Mar 2011 23:20

Melanie, you're carrying too much for someone so young.

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melanie coady

Sun 13th Mar 2011 10:22

thanks lads xx comments much appreciated xx

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Sun 13th Mar 2011 10:20

"Black box for a brain"

Love it! There was a time in my life I would have given anything to have someone else's memories!

Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 12th Mar 2011 12:40

brill Melanie! one suggested line in keeping with the theme of this poem-following on from-

"cultivating me with your screams"
(stealing the air)
(I want to breathe)?
best regards.x

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David Mac

Sat 12th Mar 2011 10:13

cultivating me with your screams..

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