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 Nov 2013 Elliot
obscure
The human race
is the only one of it's kind
to keep track of time

You think in seconds
Act in minutes
live in years

So naturally
the human race
is the only one of it's kind
to be afraid of time
running out
This was inspired by my younger sister, who never fails to baffle me with her wisdom.
 Nov 2013 Elliot
Ezra Pound
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.

When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
 Nov 2013 Elliot
Ezra Pound
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.
 Nov 2013 Elliot
Ezra Pound
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
 Nov 2013 Elliot
The Noose
As a self preservation technique
Convince yourself you lived up
To your potential then watch meaning
Seep out of the nothingness
That is your existence

Watch as who you might have been
Rapidly fade into the distance
Despite your feeble attempts
To hold on to the remnants of yourself

Look on as the maggots of hope
And revitalisation eat away
Your rotten skin
Maybe just maybe you will be perfect

Accept defeat
Open up your decaying arms
Embrace the never-ending despair

Combine your self-awareness
With your insecurity and lack of self confidence
Overanalyse yourself over and over again and again
Until you become a stranger to yourself

Express yourself in other ways than
Bursts of meaningless phrases

Live the rest of your days
Kneeling on bleeding shins
Being devoured by the  demons
You created because you cherish them sometimes

your poetry *****
You are just another broken soul
In a sea of hopelessness
The hopelessness
That which you perpetuate
It's not your fault
You'll get there
You won't always feel empty
I have faith in you
 Nov 2013 Elliot
J S Beard
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 Nov 2013 Elliot
J S Beard
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in a sick blue sea I've drowned
with my bones so cold

now the cleanest interior of me
is familiar to yours

dark matters
 Nov 2013 Elliot
Jene'e Patitucci
Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci

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