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Ignorance is Bliss: I wish I knew
mishambootie

I may not know much - But I know enough.
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Enough to make hairs stand, and then curl
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Cowardly back to the warm neck.
 3
Fear is powerful: and my batteries are dead.
 4
Left to the side, suffocated by dried blood.
 5
Scraping the rust is futile, and will only drown the mind in it's dead sight.
 6
The sight of apathetic eyes.  Those eyes.  Those big blues.
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The big blue, not matter how wide: There is no diving.
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So dive in.
 9
 
 
I may not know much - But I know enough.
 10
Enough to know the corner of that room.
 11
There is a door: Try hide behind it;
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But it is a door that cannot be locked,
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A door that cannot be trusted,
 14
Cracks at the summer breeze, and shatters at the zealous zephyr.
 15
 
 
I may not know much - But I know enough.
 16
Enough to know the blood will only turn orange,
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And the scars cannot be completely removed.
 18
The door will be painted white - over the crimson that released
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The torture within: Only to be mistrusted once more.
 20
 
 
I may not know much - But I know enough.
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Enough to know that a body still lays:  lifeless, deformed, mangled
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In its own misery.  Behind the white door.
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A body still lays with its hand in its mouth
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Opening scabs from pointed front teeth.
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The crimson river overflows drowning the spirit.
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It rusts: trapping the soul inside.
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I may not know much - But I know enough.
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Enough to know the body is dead.
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Enough to say: The body is dead!
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Shout: The body has been dead!
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Scream: The body dies each and every night!
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Each and every night.
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Limbs of the once rooted tree now belong in a child's game of pick-up-sticks.
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I won't be a sore loser, I promise.
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No one wants to play with me.
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Only - with - me.
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I may not know much - But I know enough.
 38
Enough to know the white door does not hold,
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Yet hope leads the ignorant back.  Back to the glossy red.
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Dark red - Dark glossy red flesh hanging from a gash across a bruised chest.
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The bruised chest that once held a heart
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Now diverged from solitude into a populous hell of torment.
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I may not know much - But I know enough.
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Enough to know the hands which pried open the caged chest
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And reached in carelessly to snatch the heart inside
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Left behind.
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Left behind were pieces of torn tissue and broken bones.
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Broken bones with jagged edges - They pierce the open flesh.
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Release.
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Release of more crimson river systems
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To drown all that has not yet died.
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I may not know much - But I know enough.
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Enough to know you cannot kill what is already dead.
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So continue without fear.
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No use crying over spilt blood.
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Just ignore that orange stain.
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Paint the door white once more.
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For the dead cannot speak.
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© 2006
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2 Feb 06

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jesus this is great stuff.
 — gingerdave

l12- try to

amazing, yet requires a re-read, for by the end I still am trying to understand some of the images/metaphors.
 — Cloudless

beautiful murder scene imagery.
 — sodapop

it's = it is.
 — unknown

Quite horrific I must say! A tragedy for children to read! But nice! And so very descriptive. Did you murder someone?

Very good.
 — DeathShards

The only vice I have with this poem is it's kind of hard to follow in it's length.  It's good, though; there are a lot of good metaphors.
 — fallinforyou

Great buildup between line 18 and 22, is really quite good.. this poem has amazing imagery. I especially like that you use "orange" in line 57, because it isnt quite blood color, but almost reminds me of how when youre cooking spaghetti sauce of the tomato variety, and like.. the orange oil/butter sort of seperates from the rest..great work
 — sweetlemon

wow, thanx everyone, i guess its really lengthy cause i was just that bored in calculus so i started writing... i'm thinking about shortening it but i'm not quite sure what to take out without losing the train of thought i had at the time.
 — mishambootie

oh and for the record, no i have never murdered anyone, but give me some more critizism, like, how i can shorten it.. or what it means to u guys? i want to see if i get my point accross in atleast some manner...
 — mishambootie

:'( who gave me 4s??.. if ur gonna giv me a bad rateing, support it! lemme know how to improve!
 — mishambootie

don't like the repetition of the first line of each stanza
 — inutile

I love this poem.  I didn't think I would like the first line the same in every stanza, but i absolutely love that you put it in there.  Great work!  
 — sgh0011

maybe you could add more power to the last stanza by making lines 53 and 54 read:

I know enough  
To know you cannot kill what is already dead.

I think the break in the overwhealming repetition will add oomph.
 — unknown

This is great, favorite :)
 — xerda

Hysterical
 — unknown

i duno.. i like to keep the repitition just to show that its never ending
 — mishambootie

wow
 — unknown

I got really tired of "I may not know much..." by the fourth time.  A little macabre but a bit too much color of blood, and too many periods at the end of phrases, not sentences.  
 — Isabelle5

I use punctuation in how the poem should sound when read out loud. So when there is a period, there should be a pause or breath that is longer than when there is a comma.  I don't use punctuation for the form of grammer; you can either agree or disagree with this style, but it is how I will continue to write.
 — mishambootie

wow i'v just noticed that with most my poems people either give a really high or a really low score... so i would like to thank the people who gave me 10s and i was wondering what i could do to improve it for thepeople that gave me 3s
 — mishambootie

i wish you knew how great this really was for me to read and take in. :)
 — psychofemale

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