Recipe for Disaster

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    • Stealthsmommy
    • is Never on this anymore.. but thanks for the love =]

    Recipe for Disaster

    Scream, cry, crawl for love...
    Get kicked away as if your a dirty dog, begging for attention.
    No love, just hate is storming in side, no where to run

    It’s a recipe for your disaster

    Crying seems not help, there’s no escape.
    Even the salty tears rolling on to your lips, cant help you survive.
    Wooden gun case, locked, filled with life destroyers
    The glass makes your eyes sparkle.

    An added ingredient to your disaster.

    Not so beautiful, no where to run, no one to trust
    Except that case filled with the only pretty escape
    Seems as if its your only chance
    A smile forms across your face, as you lift the cold metal in to your sweaty palms
    Light as a feather, strong as an ox, just exactly what you need.

    Just stirring your recipe of disaster

    Barrel to the temple,
    shaky finger on the trigger
    SOMETHING QUICK, something strong..
    Your eyes are making enough tears to fill a ocean.
    A huge salty ocean, filled with lots of sadness and distance

    The taste of your pitiful disaster.

    No one seems to notice, your puffy red eyes,
    and your silent screams begging for a lending hand, and some help.
    No one caring for your well being, no where to escape.

    The taste of your disaster...

    Blood is everywhere,
    a lifeless body on the floor.
    Laying in a pool of tears and dark red blood, not breathing

    Our horrible disaster

    Black cars, women and children crying with their heads down
    little babies laughing, not knowing what just happened.
    Denial and sorrow fills the air, and our lungs at the funeral.
    A stench that not a single person will forget

    Big hole, dirt and a wood coffin, a disturbing sight to see
    Filthy lies told on how you were so happy, wonderful in reaching your goals, and never thought once about taking your own life.
    No one could tell it then, but its crystal clear now!

    Your Tears that cried for help, and to help fix your sad distance.
    The scars on your arm and heart, your..... lifeless eyes

    Everyone knows now
    that they let you set yourself up for
    A repulsive recipe
    of your own

    Horrible disaster!!

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    WordSlinger commented on Recipe for Disaster

    03-20-2009

    The glass makes your eyes sparkle. so so so great

    dangedmanjr commented on Recipe for Disaster

    03-18-2009

    just so you know....i read this again, cuz it;s so good!

    mspoetris commented on Recipe for Disaster

    03-15-2009

    This could be a play. I was blown away!Great piece.As close as one reading it ,can get, without walk in those shoes.

    dangedmanjr commented on Recipe for Disaster

    03-15-2009

    this piece is absolutely brilliant...and it can only be written this well from experiance, so, I'm sorry that you had to live through that.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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