Writing Even God Doesn't Throw Dice [Another Angsty Poem! Yay!]

[Mitch]

[b]even god doesn't throw dice[/b]
promiscuously fevered
come before us all
extraordinarily eager
to have it all

did you have a fever
did you have a fall?
poor little baby
poor little ball.

fix you eager
fix you well
fix you all over

i'm fixing hell.

sickened malign
dancing on your tongue
sputter chasm crack
sputter chasm crack
sputter sputter wack
crack crack
sputter crack

sickened malign
dancing on your tongue
kiss me now
while we're breathing from lungs.

promiscuously fevered
come before us all
but you're looking more at me
after all.

you sickened meager little doll
want me to undress you dress you like a ball

i'll crumple you white paper
tear and tatter you till you fall.
dead and done tight in your ball
i'll throw you away in the basket
tear and tatter you till you fall.

i see your eyes
watery spheres
oceananic fears
i see your eyes
watery spheres
oceananic fears
murky murky murky
the depths you go
black soul
the depths you go.

the depths you go.
murky hole.

wanderlust brush
a wild leave
atrophied gold breed
murky hole pitfalls
falls on me.

i saw your eyes
i burned them to the floor
i saw your eyes
i burned them that evens the score

i've been emblazoned with gore.
bleeding pores.
sucking sores.
breathing morgues.

you've got a fever
take some drugs.
you've got a fever
you're combusting.

you're combusting.
catalysting.
metamorphing.
feeding me morphine.

i see your eyes
in this time
titanic flies.
pendulum grinds.
i see your eyes.

the depths you go
murky hole.

wear more make-up
fake the world
dilate.

i'll irate
in full bloom.
flower blossoming too soon.
buds needles that prune.

i'll see the reality gloom.

i'll see the reality
and gloom.

here you come before us all
feverently promiscuous
seething crawl.

don't beg
i'm as stupid as them all.
don't pray
i'm as useless as it all.

the cross that i wear as a necklace
is just mascara make-up that covers the lies.
we've all bled from it we've all sealed its eyes.
sealed them with tape and cries.

now i'll rape the world in its sides.

you sick meager doll why don't you try.
wear more make-up
fake the world
dilate your eyes.

now i'll rape the world on its sides.

don't beg
i'm as stupid as them all.
don't pray
i'm as useless as them all.

i'll see the reality gloom.
i'll see the reality
gloom.

so much time to climb this hate
so much time to irate.

it's a big mistake
never will relate.

i'll take my time
put it through
do it so well.
it's a big mistake
so much time to climb this hate.
expiration date.
never will relate.

my own clean slate.

it vibrates.
like your feverent pernicious fate.
your nature's weight.

we'll lie here in bed
we'll lie here in bed.
kissing dying
we'll shed.
molt our skins
bruise and grin.

i'll take my time
put it through
do it so well.
it's a big mistake
never will relate.

my own clean slate.
never clean shouldered with fate.
nature's weight.

incest by numbers
relation is in our blood.
we're human beings
we flood.
encapture love.

be a world child form a circle.
be a world child circle.
time goes on.
my own clean slate.

if i matter to you i matter to you
it's a big mistake
incest by numbers.

incest by numbers
we flood.
encapture love.

i fell into the fantasy
every once and a while.
i'll do it again.

the reality will win.
a grave in the wind.

you're just something to hold it in.
reverse the polarity whitebruised thin.

i'm a wound
a gash.
you're just a band-aid.

the band-aid covers the bullet hole.
it covers the life i breathe.

please tell me during this sometime i was alive
breathing real feeling live.
please tell it was worth it to strive.
i'm falling over as i dream.

still sitting here
festering.

the band-aid covers the bullet hole.
covers all the wounds i have.
all the broken bruises.
all the wanted nooses.

the band-aid covers the bullet hole.
and i'm meager.
you're meager.
we're eager wanting believers.
grievers.
fevered.

incest by numbers
promiscuously diseased
give us time give me a kiss
touch my wounds in bliss.
hurt me more with so much good.
and hiss.

you're broken
i know
i'm broken
i know

we'll fix it
i'll fix it
you'll fix it

we'll fix hell.

we'll fix
hell.

just open up your eyes
because even god doesn't throw dice.

[Manic Webb]

My, but that was erotic. A little angry, but mostly erotic, it seemed. Or maybe my mind is just in the gutter.

Hm. You'll have to excuse my lack of actual critique. I don't know a lot about poetry, but (in risk of being cliche) I know what I like. And I like this poem.