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John B May 2016
Passive aggressive message

Flaming cuz I feel slighted

So slimy I speak in riddles

Small so I don't name names

Nothing has ever been my fault

I always cast the blame

If you're heated by this poem

It's a stab at you

Feel ashamed
You're garbage, seriously, folks like you, collectively.

This was inspired by someone sending me veiled threats and making vague insinuations over pm, then getting banned before I could see the name or figure out what I did, all very vague, I see poems that are direct attacks on people, we are writers here, we have that in common. If you don't like someone give them space and if they attack you ignore it, leave them to wallow.
John B May 2016
As our sun finally sets on the orient

We will learn immutably

That most painfull of lessons

Man keeps forgetting
Ha Ha Ha
John B May 2016
How do I keep up appearances

When as dreams break

I'm not quite sure what I am
John B May 2016
What of spring?

That it brings fire to the hearts of men

Is it the stars in the sky

Or

The songs of birds courting

Returning Persephone freshly in mourning

I've hidden alone in my cave

Far from spring time and still

I'm a fool for the lady's inuring

Slack from my chest

This marionette of heart strings

Played with in passing

No tuppence given for time or trouble

Worn out in that way only free things do

Salt of the earth this Patina entombs

A heart that was meant to be given to you

Yet this poem was meant for the spring time

It's true, she will miss it I'm sure

But you got it too
John B May 2016
She held my heart like a peace of fruit

Took a knife and cut off the bruising

Took a bite and began confusing

Sour taste for wanton roots
Discarded waste left on the ground

Still all it wants is you
John B Apr 2016
A spider sat and waited upon his tower high

For death to come and take him

Or for prey to come and die

When in the dark of night his home was shaken by a fly

The spider says "I thank you"

"You will give my children life"

The fly says up to the spider

"Please oh please just end my strife"

The spider says back to the fly

"Should I could to spare your life"

Says the fly unto to spider

"I am not afraid to die"

"My life is spent in circles"

"In decay I'm left to writhe"

"It is no mistake"

"Not happenstance"

"Luck has not the right"

"I am prepared to be entombed"

"I chose to die tonight"

The spider took a final look upon his meal to be

Says the spider to the fly

"You are braver far then me"
Crunchy!
John B Apr 2016
I don't like to feel to think

To think the feel has leaned my inkling

To feel my thinkings wreak of feelings

I don't like to feel I think

I don't feel I like to think

When I think I feel like drinking

When I drink I feel like thinking

As I think I feel the meaning

Dreadful pains inside I'm screaming

Stop the feels

Stop the thinking

Stop the hurt

Can't stop the bleeding

Restless eyes can't stop from seeing

Through the tears I have this feeling

I will never be done thinking

Grave the thought of life's toward healing

Faint the itch of scars still reeling

Seems like my thresholds hit a ceiling
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