#1
the disease.

sometimes too many days
pass by when
i don't remember
why i can't hold a steady hand

and then i try to dig deep
to feel the control
that used to be.

i see holes in the walls
that broke my hands
'cause people would call my house
at two in the morning when
my mother first got sick,
but i couldn't refuse them
because i needed the money.
and i needed the else.
the fire. the tweek.
you know, that
fine white-girl; my go-go le-voodoo.
and when the devil
talked to me, i was always alone
and i'd cry so much
'cause he'd never let me sleep.

in June of '05
i went in half on a sweet Camaro SS
with my pal Jimmy
just to move our weight.
a month later
he was at home one night
with his wife and son
and his house was broken into
by some black men
he'd burned bridges with.
they beat him to death
with a ball peen hammer and
stabbed his wife so many times
the cops couldn't tell the difference
between the knife's intrances and exits.
the toddler was spared
and our stash was taken.


his mother spat in my face at the funeral doors.


sometimes i look at people
and try to separate the good from bad
the weird from normal
and think i'm good at it.
sometimes i turn away quickly
because a familiar face
could be the death of me.
i guess whatever keeps my mind busy.
harsh reminders usually find you, though;
at least in my own experience.

last December my cousin Tina
called me and said i should come
party with her at her dorm.
when i got there she had a fifty-sack
she dangled in front of me
and i almost walked out the door.
i watched her
try to open the baggy but she
spilled the powder all over the carpet
and we put our faces down to it
sniffed it and licked it
and i felt no shame.
i told her
if i were a fiend, she'd be dead;
but she cried
and i had to lie and say
i didn't mean it.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
Last edited by ottoavist at Jul 24, 2009,
#2
It's great. It has so much pent up fealing.
Kinda reminds me of Three Days Grace, but maybe that's just 'cuz I'm listening to it right now.

Now Now children, no flaming.

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#3
this reminds you of Three Days Grace?
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#4
I guess that was as bad thing to say. I really enjoyed the poem, don't get me wrong.
I'm not talking about the "I hate everything about you" kinda stuff.
I'm sorry.

Now Now children, no flaming.

Quote by Cous Cous =>
one day
these yu-gi-oh cards will pay off my mortgage
#5
I don't know if this made me cry because i just read Chris' piece, or because this was so powerful, or a combination of the two. The ending was like being sucker punched by a truck.
#6
One of the things that I love about your writing is that I never feel the need to doubt it. I'll always believe every word you say in your poetry, as opposed to some writers that even when you know what they're saying is true, they don't express it in a way that makes you believe it unconditionally. I don't even care how much of what you say is true, you can still make me believe that you've lived it, that you've felt it, and that you know without a doubt what you're talking about, and that's an awesome skill to have.

This piece was no exception.

#7
thanks so much guys, it means alot.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#8
You know, this was something that I was wondering when you would ever post. This felt too personal, and it hurts when reading it; it makes me, the reader, feel as if I could do nothing, at all. The tragic death of your mother, my blessings goes out to you and your family, was used a reference here, and it knocked me out. Because it is not because you are such a believable writer that makes your pieces so engaging and enjoyable, but it is your genius skills, as a writer. I do not give a **** if you start writing metaphysical obscurities about transcending into the spiritual realms; it will always hit home; it is a gift.

Thank you for sharing.
Last edited by Bleed Away at Jul 25, 2009,
#9
no Fred, thank you for reading.
There's a road that leads to the end of all suffering. You should take it.


- Jericho Caine


secret, aaaaagent maaan.
secret, aaaaagent maaan.
#10
Just a bit blunt and scattered for my taste.
Also, I thought the first two stanzas and the second-to-last stanza didn't really fit into place, imo.

But really, I loved it. I'm just trying my best not to kiss your ass.