This is What Love Can Do

The stench of burning flesh
your charring corpse is making me nauseous
but, I’ll have to live with it, I guess
you got me into this mess
and caused your own death

I didn’t exactly kill ya,
but that makes no sense
so now I’m stuck destroying the evidence
turning your scorched limbs into mince
to avoid all the brutal consequence

I know I watched you die
without out blinking an eye
I could have helped you, if I tried
but for some reason I enjoyed…
watching you fry

somewhere in my psychotic mind
there is a reason why
I’m so fuckin’ happy that you died!
I no longer have to hide
but your evil has now warped my own mind!

Damn… Do you know what I just realized?
I’m as evil as you!
A murderer disguised
hiding behind these lies
I also deserve to die

I’ll kill myself too
just another body to remove
this is what love can do
I guess I am meant to be stuck with you
© By PollutedPoet On 9/18/2010 1:22:14 PM



I can see through you
see through your lies
you put on so much armor
but it”s no disguise
your secrets are buried under your flesh
to dig them up is your last wish
you never ask for pity
yet you shame yourself
ashamed of yourself
you never ask for help
the pain inside lingers like purgatory
unsettled and unresolved
an untold story

© By PollutedPoet On 10/20/2009 10:37:41 PM


I may not know who I am
but everyone else does
I love who ever I am
so please don’t judge

you claim to know
people just like me
you stereo type
and choose to spite me

you don’t know me at all
or care to find out
I think I have found myself
so don’t make me have doubt

I am who I am
nothing more to figure out
but if you absolutely must know
I’ll spit it right out

I am not in the closet!
and I’m not undecided!
I love people for people,
should I have to hide it?

I am not just confused.
I am just me!

Carina F**king Fosse

He Was a Poet

He was a poet
a renaissance man to some degree
artist of spoken word,
philosopher, published novelist and emcee.
A divine inspiration
He meant the world to me

He was a character
brilliant and unique
cluttered mind, rambled thoughts
he would mumble when he would speak,
ignored and misunderstood
some saw him as a freak

He was delusional,
but he saw the world so clearly
poetic randomness,
he had a mind boggling philosophy
lost and inebriated,
he escaped from a so called reality

he was calm and tranquil
but also edgy and stressed
he was joyful,
but looking back, he may have been depressed
he’d pop an upper, down a downer
anything to fix his deep unrest

I must believe that he chose his death
he is missed,
much more than I ever could have guessed
he was my first love
and to have loved him I am blessed

Carina Fosse


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