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Glass, plane,
Dim lights?
My timidity
Crumbled into vinaigrette.

Why money?
Why the wall?
Why circle
The perimeter is not equal?

Why teeth
Fangs down?
Why a cube
The ninth wave hung?
A M Ryder Feb 27
I am stone
I do not move

I take my time
I let him come closer

I have only a single bullet
I aim for his eye

I hold my breath
My finger presses on the trigger
I do not tremble

I have no fear
Kyle White Oct 2016
You vilified your friends
with unprecedented fury
Lost eternal focus
now the lens is blurry

Adjusted the settings
dispatched your demons - tended wounds
Dressed for the occasion
Naked and true

You don't need my permission to actively die
In your primitive palms
is where I reside

My hearts been discontinued
to shield itself, to parry
'souls been hyper-extended
oh, how extraordinary
deep
primitive
human being
running through forest
growing in your amazement
learning to distinguish cure from poison
what happened down the way
where did you lose your
sense of magic
when did it
die
Me man,
Me strong,
Me work you all night long.

Me no fear,
Me not queer,
Me is primal
Me is....

Argh, no WIFI!!
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
You ever want to get primal?
You ever want to get loose?
Become cut throat  and cut throats,
go back to the time of sacrificing lambs and goats.
That's the urge.
That's the instinct.
Savagery in a instant.
Sharpen teeth and sharpen claws go back to four legged paws.
We praise violence in the ring
on media of trivial things
but war ,
it's rejected, reflected as an act evil
what minds they have so feeble,
the thoughts of civilized people
Primal
Joseph D May 2015
The rush
Coursing through precise veins
Person turned personification
Slave to your own chains

The push
Over the edge of our personal cage
Don't look down on me
Unable to change locked on stage

Hormones, emotions
Ecstatic pleasure, boiling rage
My own whips
My own pains

Reflection of the ugly
Pushed forth on the style I scratch into existence
My poem, my self, both primitive
Art and I kept at subsistent distance
maggie W Apr 2014
Mr.Strickland reminds me of you.
If I were Blanche, I would do what she did too.
Like a sophisticated beast
Howling in the territory of yours
So primitive and so civilized.
In a cocoon weaved of solitude
Poor Blanche throws herself in the abyss
Swoon over your charm,
But you are lured by the Moon.

— The End —