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Waves of hysteria
crash against my screen
before I flush them
away
with eye drops of
wrath
and a brick with your
name on it

               -Richard J. Treitner
                    2016
Addie D Sep 2016
Tonight I lie in bed,
waiting for what I dread;
Tonight I spit on my luck,
and the lightning that got me struck;
Tonight I exist in darkness,
for I want to dwell in endless;
Tonight I again wait,
wait to be the devil's bait.
JR Rhine Jun 2016
Clickbait dangles low
the fish gather raucously
always the victim
Earl Jane Jul 2015


You are a really good fisherman,



And I am just but a foolish fish,




                                                       ­                      Preposterously bitten your hook,
                                                    With your bait of feigned love attached to it,

  



                                   Piercing it all the way to my heart,


                  Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,


But I don't know why,

                            I still love the feeling,

                                         That you've been jumping in gladness,

                                             That you've finally caught me,



Even though I was hardly breathing,

               'Cause you've taken  me away from the place,

                                  That makes me breathe and gives me joy.


                                 It somehow gives me relief,

                 Seeing the auspicious sun,

Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,

Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!




                    I should've known all along that it's just an entice!




                              But I am still blessed,


           'Cause I have manage to escape,

                                While damaging and harming myself in the process,


From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.




                                                      ­From then on,


              You've learned a lesson,


  

And use NET instead.



                       © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.
Vivek Mukherjee Jul 2015
In a sense,
I am trapped,
as the powers to be,
have taken from me...

A life which i dreamed,
broken and crushed,
bleeding within,
silent and hushed.

Trying to get back,
that which I lost,
A storm inside,
tempest tossed.

The desire to rise,
and walk to what awaits,
Needs some food,
some kind of bait.

To draw me out,
and bite,
stuck on for life,
no respite.
Sometimes we just wish for someone to entice us out of our deadening memories and lives.... someone needs to throw that bait!!!
JW Harvey Jun 2014
Our kiss is my
vulnerable bait and
we, worms on hooks
of entangled lines
writhe in pain with
tension tightening;
To pull us apart is to
lose your lure
us back together,
till no fish believes
our unnatural jig.
A "Poem in a Moment" inspired by my "Photos in a Moment" on Instagram (@xjwharvey). See the accompanying photo at http://instagram.com/p/pIlr0fzgaC/

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