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The unknown depths call out to me
promising oceans of tranquility,
so let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.
Addicted to this supplicant swoon,
witnessed only by the waxing moon,
the descent into a liquid room,
as Sirens wail their plangent tune.
Surfing out the softest of tides,
'pon the crest of love my being rides,
to where the deepest of feelings reside.
I sink with ease most graciously.
So let me slip down silently
'neath the waves of a midnight sea.


© Pagan Paul (04/02/18)

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For some it is a poetic crime
to ever use an imperfect rhyme.
As the Emperor of enunciation
I embrace differing pronunciation.
So chain not words up in a prison
let them go with their own rhythm.
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© Pagan Paul (Sept 2015)

Will you stop yelling?
Your hurting me...
My heart is aching,
I can’t breathe.

Can you leave me alone?
Your making me cry,
I feel empty and broken,
Don’t make me.

Do you want to make me angry?
It hurts keeping it in,
I wanna scream,
I’ll punch you...

I don’t care anymore, but do you?
You’ve pushed me to the limit,
I’ve been quiet for 13 years,
I just wanna let it out...

Your not a very good parent because I’m scared of you,
I flinch when you raise your hand suddenly,
You say, “I’ve never hit you.”
Oh, but I remember.

You spanked me with the belt because I didn’t eat,
You slapped me on the side of the face with your rings because I annoyed you,
You hit me in the back of the head with the brush when I cried at the knots in my hair,
You almost pushed me down the stairs because I couldn’t do math.


Please just stop yelling at me...I hate that I love you even after what you’ve done...