SQUARE BOX

Please step in.
We shall begin.

Relaxe never complain.
Ravishing your remains.
Revelling in pain.

Hello and good mornining.
Outside it is storming.
Scratching the walls unbecoming.

Angels are strumming.

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Jun 06, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Critiques

Breakinglogic

16 years ago

How very interesting, im not

How very interesting, im not sure what to think. It is both beautiful and unbecoming, as you say. The atmousphere that was created with this write, how quaint. Much enjoyed. Peace and cheers, logic

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

15 years 12 months ago

A sad picture to place

Logic I thought you would have a clue. Yet what the heck my mind is a twist to the mix from time to time. I will explain the poem. It is of homless finding thier way to another day. The box held by the dregs of human excrement. Yet the lost look for a place to be out of the cold the rain the heat of the the day and night. Simply the place they are to try to find a way to the morrow the sun the breeze. They can and will find people that I would be happy to kill. As they are so twisted that they hold no clue to humanity. The poem is of the lost that walk to a different place only to find that hell is to have them play in its game. The scratching of walls is to say the fool in the box now has his way with not only thier body. He is to place thier soul to hell. At least he thinks so. So thanks for the read of my poem so sad that it is of life and truth of those in need of help in the country I love. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Breakinglogic

15 years 12 months ago

I can see that now. The way

I can see that now. The way I interperered it was, a bit more litteral, a story of a man burried alive half willing, passively. I was slightly disturbed, hence it felt unbecoming to me. The way you tell it is just as sad, worse even. Thanks for explaining, it is not usually easy to explain a write. Again, enjoyed your write, more so now when read underneath the lines. Peace and cheers, logic

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

15 years 12 months ago

Just a reply

Logic. I understand at least I try. You are in a different place than I will ever be as to what you are to think of the world the day that I find the same. I offer no wisdome of truth just what I have what my mind offers to my gray. Strange the offering to me of things that cannot be explained. I guess you would think of me poorly as I check my weapon before I sleep. I laugh at myself and say only this. I'm a soldier forever I will be. Perhaps when my life is over God or the devil will explain to me the reason I lived and then the reason I passed away. Good luck my friend of words and well placed poetry. Perhaps we will see eachother on the flipside of life. If not then I will just walk the trail forever and a day. Never knowing your avail.

Sinthya

15 years 12 months ago

wow

this is so beautiful. your writting is amazing.

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

15 years 12 months ago

My words

Sinthya. My words are from my mind. My place in time. Of pictures as well as truths I have seen in my life. This poem places sadness to my soul as it is sad in of itself. I say to you this. If ever you find yourself lost with no place to turn. Keep a smile to your face and remember what you have learned in your life. Please don't stay on the curb. Find your way to the woods as far as you can get. You must pack heavy and walk away from the life you were in. MRE'S are well to place to the pack as well as a long gun if you can. A twenty two would be best to survive and less noise please. A darrengier if you have for protection of yourself. Yet pleas get use to the trigger pull as many are heavy. Ask your dad or anyone you can trust. To show you the way to field dress a bird to skin and cook a rabbit or a squrill. I would go as far as to ask how can one prepare a snake. Bring only what you need to servive and good luck to life. Your friend a redneck that thinks of life on the otherside. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

Hi SAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I’ve seen you around the site giving more bad comments than good. That’s your right, as long as it’s not insulting to the poet. You have some typos. If you’d like some help with them, just let me know. PS. Not everyone is surrounded by the dangers that you keep telling everyone to prepare for. And advising people in the way you have in these comments seems a bit over the top. Remember; there are people as young as thirteen years old on this site. Just my opinion, be careful of what you advise. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

15 years 11 months ago

My words

Xena. I will say this. I ask who I'm speaking to and tell the truth. So who are you to tell me that I am harsh to my words. I have always looked to the child and even said from time to time. Don't read my work to a person I thought was young. And would not understand. So in placing what I did not a fool never to be. Yet life has shown me things that would send a chill to your gray. Thanks for the offer of fixing my misspelledwords yet I write from the cuff. So there will be a incorrect spelling from time to time my friend. Have a fine day and I say I will be just me forever and to the time I have on earth as a poet a mechanic a soldier of past.

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

15 years 11 months ago

You have no clue

Xena. I have taken the time to read your words yet I have no sorrow to any reply I have placed. In fact I think your words are misplaced. I write from the cuff and could give a well you understand. So I offer a flower a smell of tumnble weed. A smell of Indian paint brush mixed with lupen to your virtual vase. It seems to me that poets have and hold thier own dream. So what the heck don't read my work as you are free to choose what you wish to enjoy. Sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.