Till Full Poem by Joshua Bantum

How many emotions can fit into a momment?
I’ve felt infinity,
And also singular,
But never a mixture of only a few- -

We search to feel,
But that may be giving to much,
Maybe we have no choice,
This is our nature, our pattern
Our realation
To it.

We feel,
And we don’t stop,
It’s a constant that some go insane from,
For it never stops….
Can you feel the exaustion
Building,
It seeping,
Filtering to your conscious,
YOUR ALWAYS FEELING,
This doesn’t drive you insane?

…..

The cake drips in shadows,
You’ve blown out endless amounts of candles,
You feel old, ….

You’ve been slain naked like a beast
On the bed,
Bleeding from the stab,
This is your first,
You feel young,
Acking for death over and over…..

You’ve been decieved again,
The stranger leaves his name tag,
His lies,
And our dirty sheets,
You feel cheated,
And the smiles we shared,
ware a different mask of mirrored emotion
Tonight…..

The casket is silent,
And does not weep, and is alone.
Another realitive is covered in crusifictions,
And as a child I fulfill a dead mans wish.
I read a poem to my family, that he knew, would kill me equally.

We preyed to the clouds and beyond,
They respond in tears,
So we bathe with the dead,
In our confliction with life
I feel guilt,
For the thousandth time.

A draining of emoition into a glass
Of womenly figure,
We drink our sands of sin,
Till our time is full,
And in our over consumption of life,
We’re flipped,
And live enternity in death.

We feel until were full.