Manor Delishe'

by Tony   Jan 31, 2007


Conscious efforts, enveloped and wain.

Crematorium, expectant, developed, and stained.

To which these reciprocate, blend and make haste.

To the substantiated effort combined to give waste.

Another yet given, another yet burned.

A young mothers child sniveling, ripped and disturbed.

Counted as positive by his own degenious motives.

Subtracted from the total count, his own will devoted.

A contract is born by the accord of the mind

Mediocre, unstable, this child must rewind.

To pass on the camouflage that was clothed from the womb

Amazing results from from his affectionate tomb.

Delighted with travels and steps hours long.

Containment, arraignment, his will passes on.

By a corridor of lust he spits with delight.

And details, or derails the ghosts of his sight.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jess

    You're very deep. Can I guess that you have a lot of feelings connected with your past. Oh...and I am not 22 years old. I'm eighteen, people just think I'm older because of the way I write.

  • 17 years ago

    by Angel

    Wow, pretty twisted...

  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    This is reall really good. i can tell you put your heart into this poem. keep it up shanik