Yes, Kurt, It Smells

[ampoule]

It Smells

Teen spirit or life, yes either,
There's a stench in not loving me,
Leaving me in a puddle, wondering,
Greasy fingernails reaching, but
She walks out the door, perfumed
Instead, home each morning, yet
Never really coming back,
With the lights out, or on, their
Entertainment is so dangerous,
I am a mosquito for swatting,
They do it well, I am splattered,
No blood, but guts that churned,
Cried out in silence, pulling them in,
No one should see love oozing,
Wasted, floating to the ceiling,
Bouncing there and should it come
Back my way, I hit it, not mine.
Oh well.
Whatever.
Never mind.

sad ampoule, February Twentieth, TwoThousandEight

[kiz_paws]

I loved how you began and ended with his own words. Great poem, great words for this sad day. You rock, Amp. Love, a fellow Cobainite. :thumbs_up

[Pendragon]

Kurt's felo de se, as the legal papers would say... good Amp...

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[ampoule]

Thanks Pen. Thanks Kiz. It's about what his parent's divorce did to him. Some conjecture.

[dibyendra]

It Smells

Teen spirit or life, yes either,
There's a stench in not loving me,
Leaving me in a puddle, wondering,
Greasy fingernails reaching, but
She walks out the door, perfumed
Instead, home each morning, yet
Never really coming back,
With the lights out, or on, their
Entertainment is so dangerous,
I am a mosquito for swatting,
They do it well, I am splattered,
No blood, but guts that churned,
Cried out in silence, pulling them in,
No one should see love oozing,
Wasted, floating to the ceiling,
Bouncing there and should it come
Back my way, I hit it, not mine.
Oh well.
Whatever.
Never mind.

sad ampoule, February Twentieth, TwoThousandEight

Your great piece of poem dedicated for the great person speak the voice of his early life who had gone but still not forgotten. This poem speak the background of his life and his angst after the divorce of his parents. His childhood was so cold when he needed warm love from his parents; lifeless childhood and painful days he went through and in the state of youth, his anguish are seen in the form of grunge music and clearly seen in his songs.

I would like to thank you and Kiz so much for sharing such a great tributes to this legendary person.

:thumbs_up

Love, Peace, And Sympathy,
Dibyendra