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lou Sep 16, 2011

Seepage - Final writing with emotion poem

Makes me want to rip heads off.
Bullshit, verbal leakage
you are putrid seepage,
dripping down my brain.

Glacial sweat creeping down the back of my neck
trickling through my senses
feel the need to massacre ,
as I am , lying in this metaphorical gutter.

Tiny bites nip at my
self control. Testing my durability .
Laying me low.
The crux of it all.

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docmaverick Sep 16, 2011

An Intermittent Rule of Thumbs

Please try and sever all your stupid ties

because she's so not into, you!

A heart that's died,
can't be denied,

it might be that it's your "cue"!

~

It's never going to get easier

so keep your cards close to the vest.

Put away that cross,
and start hitting the "sauce",

you can't beat 'em, so join the rest!

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docmaverick Sep 15, 2011

The Diplomatic Social Assassin

"Oh, hi.......and a good day to you, fellow traveler"
I then, re-burrowed my nose in my book,

seemed like an exceptional thing to do, at the time
I certainly didn't want to give him, the "look".

Coerced into riding the train into work
I didn't need some "nut" rattling on,

but he continued to yammer on endlessly
I made a point of letting him see me yawn.

No matter the topic, my thoughts were "suspect"
so, he kept arguing with me all along,

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Esker Sep 15, 2011

W E N D

strata
through fingertips
each fire flare strand
a wind free fragment
entirety bewitched
a shoulder length
crown
for jewel light

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Geezer Sep 15, 2011

On His Way... [Graphic violence]

I had savaged him, torn out his eyes
He still fought on and on
I gave his body another blow
his will to live was strong

Anubis grabbed a leg
pulling muscle from the bone
Bloody jaws of death
teeth as hard as stone

Broken fingers and mangled hands
shards of bone stuck out
He twisted in my grasp once more
his throat gave a whispered shout

His lips peeled back in a rictus grin
as he tried to gouge my face
I held him off and shook him hard
he was clawing empty space

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Candlewitch Sep 15, 2011

Composite (for emotions workshop) *Plus*

Workshop piece composite on emotions:

I hear your voice so clear
in the cunning darkness falling
It comes to me in ecstasy
I hear you deep voice calling

she has duped many a soft-hearted fool
even though she's a practiced hand

vicious bitch of maliciousness
once claimed to be my friend
how you used and abused me

she wished for them
to feast upon
little green apples
with tiny brown worms

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docmaverick Sep 15, 2011

The Blinder Side of Fate

I've made my choice
as to where I stand,
I've greatly considered the source;

I sure hope things
turn out...as planned;
we must stay true, the course.

I have completed
each, and every detail,
things should go - without a "hitch";

we all must "focus"
and not, derail;
good intentions, could land us in a ditch!

We co-operated
quite stellerrlally,
to get everything under, way;

K
Kailashana2 Sep 15, 2011

paper thin lions

The end of summer rain
rains
my five a.m. French Roast
warmly swallowed tufts of earth
what is there to say dear Poem
that has not yet begun to course
the rivulets of my being?
to what avail is your precise incision
of words--
these small abstractions and this remnant
paradox, this hoax
perpetuated? Where are your conclusions
hiding?