Purge I Tell You, Purge! [Phill's Poem]

by Prophecies In Kodak   May 29, 2007


Tonight I already know that I will bottle up your whisper
And put the cap on just to save your breathe.
I will assume this is the last I'll see of you any further
And the last of all of the problems we will address.

We've both been avoiding the fact that I can't keep you here
And I'm not ready just yet to give you to them.
You've played out every single card and you're left standing alone;
A broken, bruised and ripped mess of polyester; one girl for the price of ten.

Everything is layed out right before you
With battle scars and a w hores' branding on your arm.
You just so happen to be poetically inept currently
And that could come to my advantage or come to my own harm.

You've gotten mixed up with the wrong people
And left me chewing with bleeding gums on the dirt you kicked up.
Half smiles and broken straps on the shoulder add something to this equation;
Just another way to multiply the difficulties and a sure shot way to mix this up.

I've got my time and my money confused as one
But you were always a lush when it came to taking both.
Your specialty is the only thing that ever kept me breathing
And the only profession you ever had were the lines you fed and spoke.

And all of the while you were participating in cancerous events
I was reading all of the textbooks to prepare myself for you.
But nothing could educate me for the ways you seem to move
And you've gotten me into a drunken lull with satisfied taste of you.

Brief, sharp, and used is the perfect definition,
Your branding can't ever be hidden from the public eye to see.
So many fist fights at so many bars left me prosecuted for you
But you just put your arm around another boys neck and refused to look at me.

It's a little bit concieted to tell me this is all of your fault
And I'll bury my nose into another text book to see my sore eyes through.
I suppose this is the last time I will see you right in front of me
So please just let me say this one thing, one more thing..

Jesus couldn't do a goddamn thing to save you.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Pamela

    You write about super sad stuff, but it's good so who cares. I want to say again I really like the way you write, it's sounds so beautiful. When I'm reading it music comes to mind too. Like these could be lyrics to a heartfelt song. Great poem.

    Pamela:)

  • 13 years ago

    by mistressxsork

    This is the poem Philly had to memorize? Yeah? Well.. I cannot even begin to remember which poems I have read and which ones I have not.. so mind me if I comment them all. Although, the flow is a bit.. shifty?.. The overall meaning was clear. Good work with this one, Penguin. :]].

    4.6/5

  • 13 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    I left a big long comment. And now I have to retype it. >.< Blarh.

    And put the cap on just to save your breathe.
    [[Breath*]]

    A broken, bruised and ripped mess of polyester; one girl for the price of ten.
    [[Ohhh. That's a burn. Yet. So true.]]

    It's a little bit concieted to tell me this is all of your fault
    And I'll bury my nose into another text book to see my sore eyes through.
    I suppose this is the last time I will see you right in front of me
    So please just let me say this one thing, one more thing..

    Jesus couldn't do a goddamn thing to save you.
    [[F, Ian. This staza gave me chills. I'm about to read it to my ex. =/. It's so precise, so to the exact emotion; simply bravo. There's nothing else I can say.]]

    I loved this piece and that ending was a killer. Wonderful job, Ian, as always.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex 5.5

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