Lint

[SoulfingerJustis]

Am I safe from the whole
I've splinterd off but it's taken its toll
The judge has swung his gavel in a deep voice I hear rattling gravel
The sounds seem so critical the views seem just plain political
And Love has seem to have lost
to the flesh at such a low cost
A foggy steam clouded room moist with need to expel
Bursting forth like a demon from hell
yet I am a babe sliding out this cunt
Just like a pice of lint falling from a sleeve
It's birth not death that's the time to grieve

 

[Magnetron]

Greetings.

If you are looking for critique and advice or are just sharing, the Poetry & Feedback Forum is the more appropriate place.

And before posting any more, I would personally suggest that you do request critique and advice on this particular piece. There are some writers here that can be very helpful.

 

[SoulfingerJustis]

Ty , no replys no judgments no love no critiques needed I am as flawed as anything that will ever be corrected! When it comes out that's it or it's nothing. Just posting.
will post in the propper place thank you

 

[champagne1982]

I would suggest that you look at some of the passion writing threads and or participate in some of the long running challenges such as five senses and the writing live or all of a sudden passion suddenly for inspiration and company. I really enjoyed your impromptu verse. Do you perform spoken word? This is quite rhythmic. Welcome to the PF&D.

 

[SoulfingerJustis]

Musician or artist of sorts in my own mind. However truth be told that's where it is most important.
Not in it for anything other then the act of doing it. Its like a burp or a fart and just as important to my mind body and spirt. Better out then in. Thanks For the welcome! I will take a look at your suggestions.