... it speaks for itself.

Lumps of Flesh

Stomping on skeletal shoots,
of green and brown,
lumps of flesh roam the pathways,
now filled with sun.

Day and night,
the endless trot.
Stomp crunch, squish,
eerie greenish goo, under the grit.

Lumps fiddling,
over the spot.
Lumps yanking,
the sparked initial gob that doesn't fit.

Unwelcome the stump,
glowing lonely in the dark deep.
Lumps open the canal,
rip the existing lumpy sleep.

Once ended the stumpy creation,
the day resounds with condemnation.

Lump of flesh,
busy only with itself,
Lump of flesh,
excuses printed on a shelf.

One day awaken to the torrid reality,
The growing stump, would-be lump; a friend and company.


Auterkeia Nihil

March 22 2007

Poetry by Autie
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 17:59

Tags Lumps  Condemn  Growth 

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
ok, here goes... my mind according to the words you wrote here and subtracting the explanation you gave me for this...

as i said before, the imagery is hitting... as for the theme it covers, i can't say that it is that obvious for me... the choice of words gives the impression, very strongly, that things aren't how they should be... lumps of flesh really gives an eerie sort of feeling for me... well, to explain why, i dont know... the word flesh always gives me that feeling really, and in context with the rest of the imagery here, it's impactful for my imagination... stomping, crunch, squish, greenish goo, grit, gob, yanking, damnation - all words that suggest the worst kind of scenario that bring on high discomfort, really... i really cant help feeling like i'm going through the underworld of some sort... again here for me it feels like something is lurking... from your explanation, i understand it as conscience catching up... and without, i can't put my finger on it... it's just the feeling that something is there and it will catch up eventually... the atmosphere feels sombre and dark, like some corners of the mind can be like at times... hm, it's 9am here, i think i'm really not doing justice to your text... but i had fun thinking on it again... especially with your perspective... a strong statement for those who are careless... *hugs* xx

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hm not a day at disneyland for sure lol ;) the images are very hitting... the mood is stark, like oblivion and the end of all things is just lurking around the corner... just waiting to pounce... very eerie effect for me... i'm lured into the dark, obscure, disturbing horror tales for my leisure... i like reading that stuff hehe :) your text just fits in perfectly into my likings... i love it... really good... *hugs* xx

Deep dark and lumpy work indeed. Excellent write. Welcome to the bay of goulies and ghosties and things that go lumpy in the night!lol I don't usually do horror but this poem is an exception. smiling at you, Tai

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Wicked imagery. Enjoyed the read.

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nice i like it