Boxed In

[Raskolnikov]

Collection of curious cuckolds
Caught in the brunt of bareness,
Slightly slinking under the light
That the tattered shade emits in blotches;
Blinding my eyes
Not naked cause undressed,
No, I have been stripped by your sterile hands.
Pushing and pulling, tearing and scratching,
Attaching notice of navigation
Sewing them to my hands
Stich after stich
Ah, but you've missed--
the Point.
You think the groove can hold me,
Can constrict the construction of my stares.
My glares.
Yes-- Yes,
I'm aware of the confinement attempted
Chains chink, Lock.
And the vice closes harshly,
Tightly, Brightly...
You can't fit me into some-- nitch,
Ettched out by the past.
You want a piece of my mind?
Then you'll have it on my terms.
Beat, Bludgeon, and Bruise me.
Fuel my flame
And it will rage
Forward in every direction.
Russell
p.s. sometimes college can be a bitch.

 

[Mellabopper]

as always, good work

 

[bc]

college is that and more...
i was writing a poem about it, but i got stuck... i'm sure it'll be up here soon.
its funny how similar we think pd.

bc