The Cure

[interracial_sex]

The Cure

true self-defeatists
we live in social distortion
the brain is our fetus
we commit mental abortion

there's a cancer inside
but no fucking cure
just a slow genocide
that the living endure

faceless and nameless
we're purposely still
so comfortably blameless
in the blood that we spill

mutated innocence
the aroma of shit
still no one repents
we deserve what we get

it's an early surrender
the taste of piss on our tongue
the wound is still tender
though the sins are not done

a holocaust we've created
denial's loud voice
our own souls serrated
there's a sharpness to choice

there's a cancer inside
but no fucking cure
just a fast rising tide
of all that's impure

my soul's genocide
is death's only allure
and with such numbness inside
there is only one cure

 

[wildsweetone]

now for some reason i found this poem easier to read than the other sweet love type poems i've seen in similar rhyme. must be down to content. and the repetition is interesting too. thanks for posting i_s.

 

[interracial_sex]

Glad you enjoyed it, thank you.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Now, usually

And I say this in the nicest possible way...

usually, this rhyme scheme makes me vomit in my shoes. IN them, as in, I take them off and hold them in front of my face and fill them up.

Usually.

Try again. stop worrying about being a poet and write some facking (yes, facking) poetry.

I want to see more.

~R

 

[Sabina_Tolchovsky]

the only question I have to ask is:

Jung or Freud?


never mind, I know the answer...

 

[interracial_sex]

I don't think you do want to see more as you'd be vomitting a lot! LOL

That is my signature writing style and of my 1,687 poems, 95% is written in that type of rhyme scheme.