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How can we forget,
the things our mother told us before we went to bed,
with our head on our pillows and our minds in the sky.
Stories dropping from her mouth,
oozing and pulsing like a monster being born.
Manifesting in our thoughts like worms finding wood,
her Book in one hand, and reality in the other,
clutching them both, one nearly to a smother.
Imprinting, exploding, excavating the mind
drilling in the words to all of mankind.
- by R I C E C A K E F A C E |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: Our Mothers
- Artist: R I C E C A K E F A C E
- Description: I don't know how much of a description this needs, it's pretty self explanatory.
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: bible mother book religion
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Dharmawan - 01/27/2009
- At first glance it seems really innocent, but the image of those stories oozing from mother's mouth makes it become really sinister. I enjoyed reading (and re-reading) this poem. Behind the awkwardness (forced by the necessity to rhyme?) of lines 8 and 10, the poem flows smoothly and meaningfully.
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- princess_123919 - 01/26/2009
- wow... deep
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- thedragonsrose - 12/21/2008
- it was nice. creative. ^^
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