I dont speak on terms like that anymore..
Like the memory thats lost from all that abuse, just a fragment, broken into piecies like glass too small to construct back to the original state.
Fuck too much of feeling the same thing, unless what I'm feelin overcomes and outlasts its predecessor.
Never happens so the moment is sick, sick to touch causin knots and tempetures too much to handle for any individual.
I welcome, arms open with cracked and crooked smiles such a sickness that tells me of a time I once had.
Like a whisper, always glad to hear from your lover, that infects the thought process and misuses the mind.
Consumed, I'm augumentated with faith from my original state, so I'm ready to remember how the peices didnt fit.
Together, me and this state are team members..
So create is what we'll do and we'll stick together cuz together were glue.
Original
(subliminal)
Back to how it used to be, Fuck the people around you and the person in front of me.
Malignant, Deaf to all ears what the real initiative is..
Now I control you
In this new form thats oldshool and it's bliss.

****
4 stars

Great poem but you started the last sentence with a preposition instead of a subject.
The beginning of your lines should start with either adjectives describing a noun or just a noun, otherwise it's rhythmic, powerful, original, innovative, and even teeters on the brink of perfection.
The preposition thing is a pain in the ass, its something I had to learn when I sought perfection in my writing. Also prepositions should not end sentences.

fucked up post

fucked up post again really sry ill try to get them deleted.

Thanks dumbass. You see the word Rant next the title? This isnt a poem you fuckin retard, so dont go correcting shit when the mistake is yours.

Here, the idea is to provide helpful thoughtful criticism or praise where fit. If you dont want your stuff under scrutany, no matter how detail oriented it is, i dont suggest posting it in the poetry section