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 May 2015 Britney
T. S. Eliot
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a
pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green  iron table, saying: ‘If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea
in the garden…’ I decided that if the shaking
of her ******* could be stopped, some of the
fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
and I concentrated my attention with careful
subtlety to this end.
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Living the teenage dream,
Although everything is not as it may seem.
I don't really want to be pedantic,
But let's make this a matter of semantics.

Come on, give this dog a bone,
Because nobody truly wants to be alone.
In the past, I always wanted to fit in,
No matter the cost, no matter the sin.

However, with this new beginning of mine,
I'm sure that I'll make it just fine.
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Addiction
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
I'm enthralled by you,
And all the things that you do.
I tell myself I don't want you back...
Withdrawal symptoms when it's you I lack.
See, you are my greatest addiction,
Unbelievable, like a work of fiction.
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
I spent my whole life being told to simplify,
To "just get to the point".
Always asking, "How?" But never, "Why?"
Until I smoked a joint.

That's when I felt something inside of me,
Pointing out the irony.
So I gave the idea a punt,
Because that advice made me more blunt.

So sharpen your wits,
And keep them about you.
Because boxing gloves and fists
Are pretty **** blunt too.
What kind of a society are we if we constantly need things to be simplified further? Is the beauty not in the individually deciphered unique meaning?
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
May break my bones,
But words will never desert me.
It's not a 10w poem because the title is part of the poem.
 May 2015 Britney
MaryJane Doe
A desolate dying star
      burns bright
Hot is its surface
    Warming the night

Dence is its mass
As it pulls at the stars
Orbiting around it
Self conscious of scars

The white dwarfs watched
Listened and learned
As the dying star taught
Of a death well earned

Amongst dwarfs and novas
The star radiated wisdom
Passing down secrets
Until it's implosion

   Sinking
        Into
  The fabric
       Of space

Leaving
    A dark black hole

Pulling at the stars
    Still burning bright

The continuum
    Holds its soul
:* D.P.
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Limerick
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Yeah I'm a teen,
but what does that really mean?
Well I certainly don't crush candy
and at times I get a little bit randy.
But there's very little of the world I've seen.

See, because this is a limerick,
I have to be a little sick.
Spouting off ideas that make no sense.
The only thing to say in my defence:
"Well you can just **** a big, fat brick."

Alas, every poem needs an end,
and we delete, scratch, scribble, make amends.
Never knowing when to stop,
Or what content we need to drop.
What's that? Oh, excuse me, I have a fake meeting to attend...
The word "limerick" is just way too cool to not be mentioned as often as possible, I mean just take a second and look at it. Also, crudeness in limericks is as essential as a rhyming couplet in a Shakespearean sonnet.
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