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 Oct 2015 The Tinkerer
E Townsend
I taste blood as it fills up my mouth
biting down chewing the thoughts of you.
The crashing hope settles in a drought.
Rust will not discontinue

their metallic lick along my teeth,
leaving blankets of acidic cavities.
Every time your name appears beneath
the frenzy that I tried so hard to ignore, I write my eulogy.

You killed me by leaving me.
The installation of expectations
that perhaps you could return, fully
set me up for devastation.

Corrosion slinks in the pores of my sore tongue
demons replacing your face stung.
 Oct 2015 The Tinkerer
0o
Tornado
 Oct 2015 The Tinkerer
0o
Letting go what might have been,
Fighting demons, courting sin,
Alone and far too lost to win,
Another day upon my chin,
Holding on, breathing in,
Running on adrenaline,
A new war within,
Just me and pen,
Synthetic skin,
Wearing thin,
Begin again,
Spin.
 Oct 2015 The Tinkerer
Kelly Rose
Words
So many words and languages
Often confuses more than clarifies
I pull words from deep within
And am left
        Inadequate
        Voiceless
        Wordless
Sil­ence reigns
Meaning is lost
As words pour forth
        Then,
In an instant
A moment is perfectly captured
And I feel I finally know myself
       Then,
Silence reigns
Meaning is lost
As words pour forth
          And I am lost

Kelly Rose
October 6, 2015
the belly of the beast
holds an undeniable hunger
a need
a want
an uncontrollable urge
to break everything asunder

the mind of the beast
knows nothing of real value
no poetry
no music
no reasoning behind thoughts
or balance to push through

the heart of the beast
feels everything but pain
some love
some affection
something to hold on to
but nothing to gain
I'm taking my life. to the pawnshop on a dusty summer-fall morning
     Because at this point I'm not sure what to use it for anymore
               And they'll give me cash for trash
   Like a mountain of crushed cans in exchange for a dream money can buy in a clear plastic baggie
Phones* are like *relationships:
*You really love them at first, but soon, they just don't do it for you anymore and you want one with better features
#Bleak #DontGetMeWrong #ILoveMyFiancee #Melz #Goofy #CheckOutHerPoetry #PointlessHashtags #She'llProbablyFindThisCute
Any writer canst writeth word's
From their tongue's and their lip's;
Though canst thou speaketh
From thy soul?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Aug 2015 The Tinkerer
wordvango
there in
a cobweb corner sits
an old grand piano

not used to play
any note in four years
and probably out of tune

her strings loosening and covered
in silk, no hammer has touched
or fallen away as quick

all the soundboard does is warp
under a stress of thirty tons and four years
alone
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