Mikel Calcagno

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Creatively Metaphorical - Poem by Mikel Calcagno

My mistakes are mended into a weightless burden
My pride is like a cold heart of stone
The rain in my head are tears in my eyes
The thoughts in my mind are the words in my mouth

My blood is poison to my veins
Your every catastrophic silent scourage saturates the ice on my heart
My every intention is nalied in my FACE
My every imperfection should be like NAILS in my hands

Love should be like RATS eating my heart
Every kiss I've been given is as passionate as a butterfly with no wings
Inside I'm so COLD
Outside I'm nothing but a little child with a silent schizophrenic conscience

NEVER AGAIN! ! ! I'll never change myself into a helpless loser for love, but I'm willing to place my coins in the slot machine and try my luck
The security I have is only four walls built in the cobwebs from my mind

DEATH... I've contemplated suicide, but it's NOT the answer to free myself from all THIS pain
My friends are the light for me to see a little HOPE in a world that doesn't care

But my friends can turn against me with unmerciful ANGER
And the light ate the end of the tunnel is only the moment of purity descended into DEATH...


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010


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