Biography of The Senses

By DiscordiaDarling

Before You Read. It is very rare for me to put so much raw emotion into something. However, I think I have captured the worst moments of my life here. If you have any questions concerning this piece, don't hesitate to ask. Thank you, I hope you enjoy it. :]


I watched as the strongest man I ever knew,
struggled to breathe on a ventilator...
and it took every ounce of what he had,
to squeeze my hand to tell me he loved me.

I listened as the most alive woman I knew,
denied cancer treatment...
because she needed to die.

I've heard the desperations in my best friends voice.
As she told me our childhood friend had been in a car wreck.
Then explain to me why they couldn't keep him alive.

I've seen babies born,
and I've held them as they died.
Images that keep me awake at night.

I felt for the mothers who send their children off to war,
to fight for something they don't believe in.
Then stand by them as they're layed to rest.

I've smelt the whiskey of my fathers breath,
as he stood over me with a belt...
and I watched him drive away and never come back.

I heard the only man I've ever loved,
Tell me that I wasn't cutting it anymore.
That he didn't ask for my virginity,
and I'll smile when I see him.

I've held my mother all the nights she couldn't take it anymore,
and hid pills in my toy chest.

I witnessed my ex stepfather,
throw my puppy against a wall.
Then explain that I didn't pay for it,
so why cry when it's neck snapped.

I tasted confused tears as I was dropped off a a children's home,
and wonder why they didn't want me anymore.

I've felt the cold steel of a gun put to my head,
before the cops showed up that night.
He said he wasn't going alone.

I've smelt the iced over ground and dead grass,
as I hid in a ditch,
running for my life..

I was touched in places a 5 year old should never be touched,
and yelled at because I was "Making it up."

Most of all, I've felt forgiveness.
Most of all, I've seen life.
Most of all, I've heard destiny.
Most of all, I've smelt victory.

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© 2007 GrotesqueEuthanasia
Published on Thursday, March 29, 2007.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: jeesh...so many painful emotions put into such eloquent words...this broke my heart into pieces, before the final four lines patched it up again as best they could. ~*Beth*~

  • DiscordiaDarling On Thursday, March 29, 2007, DiscordiaDarling (26)By person wrote:

    Ah, you're a sharp one Ainsof. I don't think anyone else would have noticed I left out tasted. Unconditional, requited love is what is to be tasted. Thanks for paying attention :]

  • A former member wrote: ps... love the aphorism on your profile... may the above bio.graphy not be what it is we tragically wait so long to begin... perhaps that is what remains to be tasted? (and how fitting that juxtaposition sounds given the above)

  • A former member wrote: riveting and ruthless... what damned views from your precipice must obtain, a dizzying vista filling the reader with a sickness that, for me, is exceeded only by a rage that cannot find a proper victim... and with what a solemn, persevering refrain you co

  • A former member wrote: you conclude the darkest of accounts made all the darker for the careful brutality, succinctness and incision, of the words placed in periods that reverberate and build nausea beyond disgust... more than effective.

  • elisa On Thursday, March 29, 2007, elisa (1616)By person wrote:

    damn.... every word.... a paper thin cut .... across a sensitive nerve... well said.

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