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My writing
You were reading
In the off spring
You were laying
I was playing
With my guitar strings
It was soothing
Overwhelming
I was feeling
Something
Anything
Like everything
My Darling
I was dreaming
You were leaving
I was standing
In that building
It was haunting
That feeling
Was disgusting
I was searching
Your footsteps
Your smile
Which was hiding
In my surrounding.
Tertius Oculus Feb 2019
I have known
rage intimately
I was born with
eyes so red that
they named me
After a meteor.
everything I touch
Recedes or envelopes in flames.
mothers warned
their sons about me
said girls like me
were touched by
the devil
you could see it
In the way, I walk,
In the way I let
my hair fall,
In the way I never
Avert my gaze.
In my country
girls who reveal
Too much are set on fire...
mothers warned
their sons about me
said I was notorious
for leaving trails of ash
behind.
Sharon Talbot Dec 2018
Live blog: Romney and Stanton vie for Iowa win.
Dead heat in the dead of winter
What do the Iowa results really mean?
That Romney's less of a robot than he seems?

Oh, by the way: replacing a bulb, can save you 50 dollars or more!
But it'll cost you ten times as much, at your hardware store.
Starbuck's hikes prices despite the lull,
People stupidly betting on Powerball,
Selma Hayek's trending, y'all!
(We don't know why).

But what's all that compared to shootings?
Soldiers flying and not being sniffed,
Suspects nabbed in Utah killings,
And GOP runners had another tiff.

Personally, I'm more fascinated,
In the Aussie hybrid sharks!
This might mean global warming's overrated,
Or that animals are way smart.

Mideast peace-talks stalled, I read.
Have I not read this before?
Oh, yeah, back in 1972.
When psychos killed athletic Jews,
Who might win
And Olympic village was off view,
While the Israelis dragged people in.

That year, Nixon was re-elected
And we thought we'd never see worse,
Yet now the nation is infected
With a yellow-haired, inhuman curse.
Blog goes to sleep...

Begun long ago and finished in 2018
I was just fiddling around angrily during the 2nd Bush election and later, kept adding to this. You can tell who the latest victim of my ire is!
Sara Dec 2018
you don’t owe anybody
                        emotionally,
            other than
yourself.
Karmen Aug 2018
It's in the arts
It may be hard to tell
We are not all well
Might as well cast us to hell
We won't be forever young
Let us live this once
Dance while we can
Before it's old and makes us want to go
Like never known land
Discovered from Peter Pan
Removing all fear
Revealing how near , we are almost there
Couple more steps
We'll be in the clear
Young once again
Till we meet again
My dear
This isnt goodbye , but hi
http://rkarmraided.wordpress.com
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
I wish I could speak words that assuage
But I’m nothing but an introvert
I’ve accepted this and that’s ok
I’ll type the words out in hopes of an alert
That you have read and agreed
At least that’s something I want to believe
But who am I kidding you don’t follow me
So I will admire from afar and dream
Of you
My sweet
Beatrice
Moeshfiekah Jun 2018
And the feeling returns .. the blood pumping . **** them all I'll say and I'll watch them burn with terror . Misaya will not hear your cried for help and I will not show you mercy. Pathetic humans , invaluable to the nature of which you are born. As the flow of words leave my anger and only am I left with the thoughts of the spear piercing your heart and soul .
A heart written with anger is a heart filled with false hope and lies
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