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the darkness of you / the darkness of gray / the darkness of life / swirled into the darkness of what you say
It is another one done out of empathy and not personal experience.
Now, some of you have said, I deserved what I got. / Most would say, I most certainly did not!
After my husband’s harley was stolen, and I reported it (he was out of town) the guy who took it beat the shit out of me, while my two year old was right there. He called me a “cop calling goof”! / Whatever… I took the beating. Started witing a little poetry…. I have found it to be a good way to “work out” pent up anger, feelings of revenge, etc… as well as safer than actually carrying out my plan of waiting until he is asleep to smash him in the face. / I’ve written a few similar type poems. (No, not about THAT guy) But, about life’s other idiots. There are SO many of them. Maby I’m an IDIOT magnet… My boyfriend is cool, though…
From the time I was a child / The secret – I have kept / Held back, without effort now / are tears once freely wept
Healing poem from the hell of childhood sexual abuse…survivors feel free to contact me if in need of an understanding an anonymous ear…this is why i tell my story…or i never would.. thanks for letting me share
Excited as Doom giving a toast –“To inevitable pain! / Lest the poor wake to think …
Inspired by RedBubble artist / paul d robertson’s writing: / ‘The truth about suicide’ Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut / Author of the book Mother Night
Excited as Doom giving a toast –“To inevitable pain! Lest / The poor wake to think …”
This poem was Inspired by RedBubble artist Paul D Robertson and his writing: The truth about suicide. It is Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut / Author of Mother Night / Please visit Paul’ page. The piece refered to here is listed in his writings. You will not be disappointed! Lest the fright of nakedness ofends you. His URL ( get thelink thing down latter)
Jumbled visions, / Vivid, violent, / Upsetting, unnecessary, / Disassembled, dysfunctional, / A restless night, / Lifeless eyes, / Deeply terri…
Trying to make some peace with myself after a night of violent, terrifying dreams. I go through stages where I am haunted by vivid dreams, more often than not frantic and violent. Fortunately I was neither the subject or victim. The images fade as the day goes on, but the feelings of fear remain. I once read “Our emotions only control us if we let them”, over time I’ve realised this to be true. I guess the same must be true of dreams, I just need to get better at letting them go they way I do my emotions.
She leaned over quickly and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I wouldn’t say I was shocked, for I will admit I expected that move. /
Short Story I wrote.
“God, but a mug o’this would turn ol’Matty blind. Tis a good thing I kept it to meself.”
This is a small portion of a work that I’ve been revising for 5 years now. It takes place on Pitcairn Island where 8 of the famous Bounty Mutineers lead by Fletcher Christian lived out their days, (most of those days were very shortly numbered).
The wind carried a voice from the scrub around the car park. The beast was enraged by the loss of its prey and by its boiling testostero…
I am not dead, I’m not alive / This is no way for one to thrive
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Happy new year / Happy New Year? / End 08 dropping a tear / Begin anew 09 filled with fear Evil this imminent year will be / Nothing nice …
i am not a murderer, nor a psycho waiting to explode. i just have a way with words that only turns to violence and sadness. it does not reflect my personality on the outside. / so dont be alarmed or scared. or i might end up in guantanamo bay somehow. lool
and if i / could, is / sue, / from my lip / s (tempt / them not, my fickle / facebuds) a word, / a sound (so / journed; rest / ing on the bench / e…
sometimes i like to re-use things, sometimes.
too many juicy bits to fit in such a short space
This is a piece of rampant writing uncorrected and presented as closely as was originally written on a spiral note pad many years ago that I found only yesterday. It is an ugly side to me, but I thought what the hell lets share this with the folks at redbubble. Unleashed is a horny and violent mind while on drugs and alcohol. It is perhaps physical evidence for the moderation of drugs and alcohol). Just like when I went under anesthetic for surgery I seem to explore and express racist talk and questions about political correctness. Although I don’t feel racist, I used to say that (I cant imagine liking anyone enough to care of their skin colour) and to honest there’s already enough valid and more reasonable ways to not like someone all while avoiding simplistic ramblings of colour. All I can gather from this random thoughts projected is that I was at some stage watching Home and Away on tv, I went to buy clear eyes, wanted to have sex with Olivia Newton John and her daughter and that I was perhaps more in love with a girl from school Haidee than even I knew, or at least wanted very badly to fuck her as well.
inextricable confusion
12:08am friday 13th july, 2007
Violent wind - / the junior executive tie / as a leash.
Swirling! / Like a violent dance of golden fairis.
Just something I wrote this autumn Please tell me what you think
shoulders bare, / now / you / bite / there.
i’m not sure… / what dream fuels / this exposing / of my lascivious / wiles.
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