#spinal - Hello Poetry

Breaking news Back to our existence a Big bang theory was a comic story, the only big bang that happens every day brings distruction it was the sound of a bullet escaping a gun to find home in a spinal cord in other news cracks were discovered in a happly married man. we are all broken after all. till death bring us together, for another funeral called revaluation.

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Dec 6, 2018

Dec 6, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC

bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

The Genesis of Revelation

Breaking news Back to our existence a Big bang theory was a comic story, the only big bang that happens every day brings distruction it was the sound of a bullet escaping a gun to find home in a spinal cord in other news cracks were discovered in a happly married man. we are all broken after all. till death bring us together, for another funeral called revaluation.

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I still feel the ghosts of your touch leave whispers down my spine

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC

tsunami

Spinal Tap

I still feel the ghosts of your touch leave whispers down my spine

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All Along this chain link fence pulsing incessant down ground-ward decent Bone paved side cracked and twisting this winding road No street lights rest stops my nerve twitch eyes closed swelling and curving no stretch in shoulder Wheels rub the hot spot as ripples get louder Sliding highways you know that fun till happy turns hazard drinking redrum tumblingdown head first shatteringhigh star burst scatteringmy focus splatteringlike bone crush scaffoldingdo not touch! Another brick in the wall of fame extra activity considered the game Now Excel at macro Alt Shift and paste spreadsheet my back line the facts on my face "Say Boy!, your speedy." from there I can trace That needle-nosed issue in tissue displaced bend over run forward turn left then cough so perfect small packages get checked in then lost Like milli tary or leaves when it out lived the need ***** the life from under shelter asteamed Sleeping pins needle in terminal sensation clinching and grasping to my spinal decoration twisting and turning will bring no release this physical chain from my **** cyst to neck leash when typing or driving the pleasure is lost when numbness takes over attention to high a cost I'm broken together one round at a time yet the cords are in place to ring in tune as it grinds.

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Spinal Trapped

All Along this chain link fence pulsing incessant down ground-ward decent Bone paved side cracked and twisting this winding road No street lights rest stops my nerve twitch eyes closed swelling and curving no stretch in shoulder Wheels rub the hot spot as ripples get louder Sliding highways you know that fun till happy turns hazard drinking redrum tumblingdown head first shatteringhigh star burst scatteringmy focus splatteringlike bone crush scaffoldingdo not touch! Another brick in the wall of fame extra activity considered the game Now Excel at macro Alt Shift and paste spreadsheet my back line the facts on my face "Say Boy!, your speedy." from there I can trace That needle-nosed issue in tissue displaced bend over run forward turn left then cough so perfect small packages get checked in then lost Like milli tary or leaves when it out lived the need ***** the life from under shelter asteamed Sleeping pins needle in terminal sensation clinching and grasping to my spinal decoration twisting and turning will bring no release this physical chain from my **** cyst to neck leash when typing or driving the pleasure is lost when numbness takes over attention to high a cost I'm broken together one round at a time yet the cords are in place to ring in tune as it grinds.

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I take myself too seriously to go up to eleven.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC

leigh321f

Spinal Rap [10W]

I take myself too seriously to go up to eleven.

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Could you hold me up- right, left to sit and stare though your sifting smoke columns like a spinal wisp, wasting away time in your beautiful lungs. I like to in- hale the cast-away smiles you hang over me, into me, my mind lost in taste to how your chest is as mild as May.

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May 10, 2014

May 10, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC

conor-letham

Marlboro Woman

Could you hold me up- right, left to sit and stare though your sifting smoke columns like a spinal wisp, wasting away time in your beautiful lungs. I like to in- hale the cast-away smiles you hang over me, into me, my mind lost in taste to how your chest is as mild as May.

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