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twitchtwitchtwitching
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:10:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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twitch
twitchtwitchtwitch
Shiver and never
know what i am you are feeling
my fingertips are twitching,
I can't feel them
blue faces in red
in blue faces in red
and black is a sea in my festering head
Garbage cans grow
and twist
I am very cold on my skin
a dungeon of my home and never washed or cleaned
twitch
twitchtwitchtwitching
Carpets are threadbare
pacing and clenching
unclenching of fists and sweat on my cheeks
only tears, these are the
that I can ever muster, my
shake and shake and shake and tremble.
Rage is to fury
turns to blood on my hands and a grin
where you are dead in a lump
and I am happy but somehow
justice or revenge is as methamphetamines
love 'em
love 'em
twitchtwitch
twitching my fingers
it's eating me up, you
destroy who I love and
do I destroy you too
to reconcile?
***** everything like he ***** you
up and goddamn it can I hate a man so much?
Touched you with his fingers I wish to break in half
Defiled you with eyes I will see on my blade
He used my toothbrush.
'This is elementary.
twitchingtwitchingwtitching
loveyourbloodmyfistsareitching
***** this poem.
Don't ever meet me.
For your own good, don't ever speak to her again.
Don't make me get arrested over you cuz i will
You crushed the rose in my lapel
wished and wish to taste it's juices?
My flower and my beauty
my life is worthless but hers is mine
so you've ***** with me.
What a bad idea.
twitchingtwitchingtwitchingshaking
eyes are wild enraged and enfuriated
I'm tearing apart to do the same to you.
Good Sir, you've twenty years
and more of bottled anger
to come ripping down your door.
This isn't a ***** game.
I've let this consume me to your misfortune.
My crysanthemum and her tulips
all under your pesticide
and they are on her and so are you
as well as the world and her kneecaps are breaking
she's dying hardly crying and never in my arms because of you
I'm worthless like you.
And we've got nothing in common.
shakingtrembling
imbleedingfrommyearsandicanttasteit
Oust a moment of undressing.
Repavings. Shhh...
It's not coming of age,
This is pure lust by an old wall
soil catches grasses
too young to imagine sun pass into night
What is the future to you?
An opera
Bones below.
Trembling at a festival in your honour.
Fiddle Player bemused to silence Clowns.
Streetside Ghosts,
((your pain))
Copyright ©
SensitiveSoAbused
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2005-11-14 20:10:04]
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Re: twitchtwitchtwitching
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:34:08 PM AEST
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I am astounded !! Damn! but this was good. Your poetry is so
unique, and I don't always get it, but this ... this was brilliant!!
So full of anger and loathing and malice, and yet so expertly
expressed. This was a remarkable piece. I'm just sorry it had
to be inspired by something so vile.
Great job on this one. Excellent, excellent job !! *****
~Breezy |
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Re: twitchtwitchtwitching
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by lostinmyself on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:35:45 PM AEST
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This is one of those poems that I read, and I have no idea what to write on it...and I watch it go down the page, with only a few comments, and I hope that it's just because everyone is as stunned as I am, and have no idea what to say in a comment, and fear they will just end up rambling, just like I am now.
Lol...
Lane, I love this, it is..powerful, and very real. I know you, I can tell how upset you are, but I must say, this is a really great poem.
A fantastic write,
*hugs*
Phil xxx |
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