Console Me

An emotional outburst. Here, if you're feeling any particular emotion that you need to voice, do it. Free verse poetry, songs, anything.
Just keep it (somewhat) serious.

 

Gotta get it
Gotta get it
Now now
Gotta get it
Never said it
Never said it
Now now
Faux bourgeois
Logic dead
Love me one devotchka


Sharp sharp
Sugar breath
Gloomy eyes
Black lines
Spiky hair
Pretty long
Hunched over
Sad face
Lips pursed
Don't matter at all
Gone tomorrow

Gotta get it
Gotta get it
Now now
Gotta get it
Never said it
Never said it
Try again
Faux bourgeois
Logic dead
Lost me one devotchka

Cheena got fine mind
I've got beauty in my own eyes
Flash a smile
Stay a while
Can't do
I'll see you once again
And by the time you've come
I've lost the nerve and
By the time you return
I think I've got to

Get it
Gotta get it
Try again
Logic dead
Can you sing your own failure?
Can you hear the ode to failure?

I've got teeth and jawbones too
Can you feel the teeth sinking
into your flesh
And the shock of warm jets
And the wave of feeling
yes i can


and then there was
one sharp sharp
and then there was me
i loved her and she me
but i had arrived in time
to see her leave for elsewhere
no regrets no fault of my own
but still

Try again
Brain dead
Can you sing your own failure?
Can you hear the ode to failure?
can you feel the teeth sinking in
one set off markings in my skin
it's so good
perhaps you could console me
could you?
could you
could you maybe hold me
as the jets come flowing out

Ten years go by and I love you still
Ten years go by and I love you now
Ten years go by and I love you but
I

 

I like this bullet more

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