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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
I've gone two ways.
Not left nor right.
Split me down the middle.
I'm due pride, I'm due light.

You've cut me in ways.
The night with its tallons and teeth couldn't rip clean.
You've gutted me worse than WWII infantry on the beach.
I've been here before. It's a steep road to slaughter.
Gore immune, take me to the seven hells.
You've put me through butchery, what worse could you do?
Take me back this curse you'd undo.
With it comes demon come Craine.
This heart, trust and love.
Forever to tame.
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
Its a snapshot time in motion.
This time period I had you.
You were mine with no jealousy.
This time that I had you.
You were crystalline and perfect.
Last time that I had you.
I never feared you'd be gone.
Always did i have you.
You were mine night and day
Always did I please you.
mine at nights.
the most did I satisfy you.
You gave in. To me.
The most did I care for you.
You were mine. Past tense.
I had you...
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
I've got this poem, it's most astounding.
It's big and juicy like the best grilled steak.
I've pushed the publish, more times than i'd liked.
This sites full of holes, imperfections like freaks.
Unlike yours this one is defined.
It didn't need self diagnosis or shrink on retainer.
For this poem was just too immense.
A fix for this would be a no-brainer.
Full of imagery not fit for your eyes.
This gateway it did not fit.
A warning for all freaks.
502 - Its really really ****.
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
This isn't me i didn't write this.
It doesn't explain at all how i feel.
Poem's left unresolved.
They're all unfinished.
I've finished a poem before.
Felt it was all.
All i could possibly scrawl.
My own scribbles I've read and read.
The best of them.
My dog doesn't deserve to be fed.
But inside unjust and locked tight.
Iron and steel with coarse cage.
My true feelings will never take main stage.
I've told many stories. Some true and false.
I've never told this story.
It's close to my own pulse
Come here touch my chest
Words do no justice
Let me put this one to rest.
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
I opened this page to write something worth the stage.
I've forgotten the punch line like a well said joke.
I've so much within. Too much to begin.
It all slips from me with guile.
Loose lipped and defiled.
Circled like a ****** cerebral.
It started out good but I'm sure it was terri-bal.
Loops and loops I've felt this before.
A point not pushed, an answer ungiven.

Take me back. All is forgiven.
****.
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
The more you're gone, the more I think.
Has this time we spent together
Been for nothing
You gave up on me long before I saw it.
You played me for a fool.
You gave me nothing and still I adored it.
You've given me memories like nightmares.
Scared to give them grip of reality.
Don't lead in, they are figment.
But then how else do I explain this duality.
Memories so real I've reached to you in sorrow.
Memories so real I've lothed my tomorrow.
Realities mixed, blurred vision, which is real?
Loss, pain, emptiness and these words.
I never signed this deal.
What you have done to me.
Its all too surreal.
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Jack Thompson Mar 2015
Infinitely branded beaten and betrothed. Infinitely Lingering loved and lothed.

Infinitely beautiful staring into those eyes. Now more than ever Ive seen it without disguise.
Infinitely taken back. My maze of thoughts. Swimming to a swirl.
My inky sorrow to match your liner.
Eyes of pain and beauty the way you've drawn them.
Did you do this just for me.
Knowing that I will see.
A deadly stare, one that grips me tight.
Impossible to let her go
this struggle is in-fin-ite.
Infinitely distant, how did you get so high.
Up there with poise where only birds can fly.
I've enjoyed this tease. This view of couple.
Two strands of hair that play in your face.
They look like imperfection but to me it's been pure grace.

This is hard this really never was the plan.
Now you're Infinitely lost in another man.
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