heart after heart
is pulled apart
each and every brain
pushes hearts down the drain
blood rushes out of the heart
as it is torn apart
and pushed down the drain
by the goddamn brains
the heart still breathes
while being pushed through the teeth
down the opening in defeat
beat after beat
in the drain pipe, stuck,
it moves with every suck
being the ugly duck
was all its luck
with every bump
it gives a thump
while blood pressure jumps
the heart still pumps
and every beat, I realize,
is the heart's voice
from the drain pipes
and while tears fall from my eyes,
the baby smiles
we all smile
with our heart
stuck deep in the drain pipes
THAT IS pHAWE KING AMAZING!!!
ReplyDeletewhen people read my work , they claim to get headaches because the material is "too cerebral". the ironic thing is that the material is straight from the heart, all the words lead one to the heart, as opposed to the head, and the headache is merely an indication of a refusal to Leave the head to Feel the words somewhere else. You know what I mean?
ReplyDeleteDeen,
ReplyDeleteyes!!
also, i feel when people read poetry
there is too much effort in figuring out what it means
its just a bit too much sometimes
especially in my poetry class in college,
that spoils it for them.
i try to write some amateur stuff, its reallly good to see you like it.
too much effort put in to figure out what it means is what i meant in the previous comment
ReplyDeletehey,i live so close to u i could shout out "nice poem,divya" AND u would hear me
ReplyDeletebut that wont do, would it?,cause no one would see that i appreciate it,so here u are,as bold as can be NICE POEM DIVYA
anonymous, this is appreciated really!!
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