DetailsThe poem, its numbers, and the conversation.

Small made Large

Member since 2003 · Posted 30 Oct 2003 · 6 comments

Hydrogen Ions piling up The amount of blood wouldn't even fill a cup Still, I feel the tissues tear, its almost too much Masocistic? Well, I don't know Addicted like kids with Nintendo Somehow I got hooked and wouldn't let go No Superman here, heck I'm not even a Clark On mountains, by rivers, or through some park Give me rain, sleet, or snow, I'll only want more For some odd reason this pain hits the spot Legs turning and burning like some crazy robot Running my life right into the ground If only I could capture this passion And direct it towards a more important action Living life instead of just getting by

Rate it

0 is the worst, 10 the best. Pick a number, add a comment if you like, then send it. Keys: 0–9 pick, Enter sends.

mean 5.56 weighted 5.28 rank 3788 views 295 View voting details →

9 votes so far. Yours would make 10.9 votes so far

6 comments

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 31-Oct-03/1:44 AM Reply

Why not direct it into fashioning the world's largest sausage kiev and hiding inside it until you suffocate?

[n/a] tadpole › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 2-Nov-03/2:02 PM Reply

What a freaky comment

[7] richa 31-Oct-03/6:34 AM Reply

Some nice lines 'not even a clark' 'won't fill a cup'

Not sure the poem hangs together though, loose ended like a hydra.

[10] electroman1979 31-Oct-03/1:13 PM Reply

cool poem, makes me want to go take a nap, too much running for me

[6] Shuushin 31-Oct-03/7:56 PM Reply

Has a nice hooky first two stanzas, then the wandering begins.

By the end, it's vapor. A suit wearing a man - I really think its fixable though since there are some nice images in there.

[9] NoSage 27-Nov-03/9:04 PM Reply

Well, I wish I had the energy to experience that pain.