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"spindled" poems

Pearl swans shatter the ice, and glide swiftly through the stars sparkling on the mirror lake. Twilight falls to the night and the air creates glistening twisted crystals which climb up the trees and freeze the antique summer remnants. The spindled sprigs of silver birches drape their lustre wantonly, forming long ripples in a lengthy cascade. Then the darkness retreats as the pale blue haze of dawn approaches where the robin's breath sighs tangibly on the air.

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC

Pearl swans shatter the ice, and glide swiftly through the stars sparkling on the mirror lake. Twilight falls to the night and the air creates glistening twisted crystals which climb up the trees and freeze the antique summer remnants. The spindled sprigs of silver birches drape their lustre wantonly, forming long ripples in a lengthy cascade. Then the darkness retreats as the pale blue haze of dawn approaches where the robin's breath sighs tangibly on the air.

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I never knew where I would end up. But I know I've found my place, In the tenderness of your grasp. Or the bitterness in your clasp. The moment I saw your face, I felt the world turn. Each morning the globe is spun, Spindled around an axis. Some people may choose to test the sun, Many get burned to ashes. The lottery of life, Is unpredictable. You didn't have a choice, In the cards you were given, The only thing you can do, Is always stay driven. Play the hand that was dealt, Like your life was on the line. Each breath is a gamble, I may as well go down trying.

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC

I never knew where I would end up. But I know I've found my place, In the tenderness of your grasp. Or the bitterness in your clasp. The moment I saw your face, I felt the world turn. Each morning the globe is spun, Spindled around an axis. Some people may choose to test the sun, Many get burned to ashes. The lottery of life, Is unpredictable. You didn't have a choice, In the cards you were given, The only thing you can do, Is always stay driven. Play the hand that was dealt, Like your life was on the line. Each breath is a gamble, I may as well go down trying.

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Lets build an empire we can start with a single city lets paint the roofs pink with ebony black streets i want power-lines like spiders webs and *** plants dangling of eves like candy canes i want love to be the currency and replicate lets build an empire roads joining our cities like spindled wool lets tunnel through the mountains in our path and bridge the Atlantic lets infect the world our citizens of love, lets make the only dictionary definition of race define the act of running from one side of a field to another Lets build an Empire A world where dreamers are called human and your sadness is almost as irreverent, as your plan to paint the moon purple and make tails an optional extra at birth I want the world joined by routes our fingers traced on the globe in your room, i want the stars to spell out or names like the light shade on your ceiling you are my foundations and with your gracious consent i would love nothing more , then upon your soil to lay the foundations of my dreams our empire. LG

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC

Actualityandfalseness

Lets build an empire

Lets build an empire we can start with a single city lets paint the roofs pink with ebony black streets i want power-lines like spiders webs and *** plants dangling of eves like candy canes i want love to be the currency and replicate lets build an empire roads joining our cities like spindled wool lets tunnel through the mountains in our path and bridge the Atlantic lets infect the world our citizens of love, lets make the only dictionary definition of race define the act of running from one side of a field to another Lets build an Empire A world where dreamers are called human and your sadness is almost as irreverent, as your plan to paint the moon purple and make tails an optional extra at birth I want the world joined by routes our fingers traced on the globe in your room, i want the stars to spell out or names like the light shade on your ceiling you are my foundations and with your gracious consent i would love nothing more , then upon your soil to lay the foundations of my dreams our empire. LG

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Soft and silky you cross round my neck You smell like tinted *** your color makes me worried for I cannot run You encircle hold me down Yet your warmth is so confound you bring color from my cheeks a tribe of specks and fleets your spindled gentle down easily sets me down As I slowly die Tears rundown and fly for the scarlet brings me to defeat my throat scattered with ribbons as a Red Scarf flows down

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Jan 28, 2014

Jan 28, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

elliot-jane-lewenhart

Soft and silky you cross round my neck You smell like tinted *** your color makes me worried for I cannot run You encircle hold me down Yet your warmth is so confound you bring color from my cheeks a tribe of specks and fleets your spindled gentle down easily sets me down As I slowly die Tears rundown and fly for the scarlet brings me to defeat my throat scattered with ribbons as a Red Scarf flows down

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Swoon, swindled, spindled, and spun. Wisp of a hand, to the possession of tongues. With your lungs producing breath; methane gas. Lips like matches, with tendencies to strike, engulfing us in a passionate blaze. Bodies connected in the dark, the silhouette of your euphoric body proved that ignorance was needed and illumination, never needed. Settle. Intertwined in the repose, Was the leaf to our stick. Fathomed indentation Tethered in our unspoken script Heavy apparitions conjured from tight gasps. Releasing 3 whispered words, becomes our catalyst. One embedded in your eyes A riptide of size to rise the ties in the endearing future of our lives until we say our goodbyes you'll shed this pain that cuts like knives. Daydreaming of electric wires. Tiptoeing on what hangs lower than our fire. Closed currents in the air You continue the shock as your fingers dance through my hair. We're the flowers and petals, withered into the passion we're plagued with. Oh so crowded, We're cursive Characters tied in knots, We can't be split. Fearing the closure, We mustn't ever be print... ...Fragmented, affluent, vacant, and split. The script unraveled Not cursive, now print.

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Oct 2, 2013

Oct 2, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC

chandler-william-iii-rose

Swoon, swindled, spindled, and spun. Wisp of a hand, to the possession of tongues. With your lungs producing breath; methane gas. Lips like matches, with tendencies to strike, engulfing us in a passionate blaze. Bodies connected in the dark, the silhouette of your euphoric body proved that ignorance was needed and illumination, never needed. Settle. Intertwined in the repose, Was the leaf to our stick. Fathomed indentation Tethered in our unspoken script Heavy apparitions conjured from tight gasps. Releasing 3 whispered words, becomes our catalyst. One embedded in your eyes A riptide of size to rise the ties in the endearing future of our lives until we say our goodbyes you'll shed this pain that cuts like knives. Daydreaming of electric wires. Tiptoeing on what hangs lower than our fire. Closed currents in the air You continue the shock as your fingers dance through my hair. We're the flowers and petals, withered into the passion we're plagued with. Oh so crowded, We're cursive Characters tied in knots, We can't be split. Fearing the closure, We mustn't ever be print... ...Fragmented, affluent, vacant, and split. The script unraveled Not cursive, now print.

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The great blue heron haunts the reedy bank, and combs the midnight waves with razor eyes. He trolls the river shoals on spindled shank then beaks his prey with sudden, swift surprise. In shadowed silhouette his figure begs my mind to plumb the depths of darkened mire. But diving there, I rise with naught but dregs, no meal of meat, no answers to inspire. The heron pauses thoughtfully mid-stride to preen his dusky feathers in the glow. He ***** his crested head to leeward side, then darts, once more, with certainty, below. Aloof to prying gaze of passersby, he lifts majestic wings on moonlit sky.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC

The great blue heron haunts the reedy bank, and combs the midnight waves with razor eyes. He trolls the river shoals on spindled shank then beaks his prey with sudden, swift surprise. In shadowed silhouette his figure begs my mind to plumb the depths of darkened mire. But diving there, I rise with naught but dregs, no meal of meat, no answers to inspire. The heron pauses thoughtfully mid-stride to preen his dusky feathers in the glow. He ***** his crested head to leeward side, then darts, once more, with certainty, below. Aloof to prying gaze of passersby, he lifts majestic wings on moonlit sky.

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It is deafening silence Beneath the lanky pine shrouded of darkness And the bed of needles soft under hand, Snow sits shallow and dulled behind a curtain, The hushed breath of a boy out of hand, And the bark rough against back, And the stick of sap against the palm, and the screech Of tires far afield, and the breakneck cold Cries with hidden desires of dark shadows breach In the low mountains of housed hills where silence holds. Once when warmth was in the heart Among the walls solid evergreen held, As the food hot and the flames low, a boy unfolded The truth of heart that smoldered in anguished meld, Rushed and tumbled forced out upon the wold Of snow. And alone then In the darkening cold, run by the streets light And the pavements white with turned ash and the men Roosting asleep while the barking dog grew trite Whom echoed among the covered grounds and then Stumbled on with anxious limb, Thus feet sting, the glacial frost bitterly bites, The hooped ring luminescent and hung, the lanky pine Comforting in its shelter bare of lights, And there to rest and rebuild new spine. “He knelt, he wept, he prayed,” By the hurt of his heart feeble in the dense dark night And huddled bellow the knotting pine though in the homes, In the past warmth, in the slow light, At the loves gracious hold, he wished to roam. “He knelt” in spindled branches, “He wept” being cast out, “he prayed” to the hidden gods That he be found rescued restored to right Darkness pushed aside by the cars beam and the boy at odds And the shimmering diamond studded earth and the black white Into that light of promise He wished to go but he sits eyes closed to darkness With out the car which passed and broken he stands. His heart wrenched breaking him choked by the collar And up the way whence came to the shattered lands It is deafening silence, Reentering in the house torn, in the whirl- Wind of heated battle, into his room He crawls, in the slow light of the dreams world. And he rises with new light arching through the sky.

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC

A Deafening Silence (Formatted from A Winter’s Tale)

It is deafening silence Beneath the lanky pine shrouded of darkness And the bed of needles soft under hand, Snow sits shallow and dulled behind a curtain, The hushed breath of a boy out of hand, And the bark rough against back, And the stick of sap against the palm, and the screech Of tires far afield, and the breakneck cold Cries with hidden desires of dark shadows breach In the low mountains of housed hills where silence holds. Once when warmth was in the heart Among the walls solid evergreen held, As the food hot and the flames low, a boy unfolded The truth of heart that smoldered in anguished meld, Rushed and tumbled forced out upon the wold Of snow. And alone then In the darkening cold, run by the streets light And the pavements white with turned ash and the men Roosting asleep while the barking dog grew trite Whom echoed among the covered grounds and then Stumbled on with anxious limb, Thus feet sting, the glacial frost bitterly bites, The hooped ring luminescent and hung, the lanky pine Comforting in its shelter bare of lights, And there to rest and rebuild new spine. “He knelt, he wept, he prayed,” By the hurt of his heart feeble in the dense dark night And huddled bellow the knotting pine though in the homes, In the past warmth, in the slow light, At the loves gracious hold, he wished to roam. “He knelt” in spindled branches, “He wept” being cast out, “he prayed” to the hidden gods That he be found rescued restored to right Darkness pushed aside by the cars beam and the boy at odds And the shimmering diamond studded earth and the black white Into that light of promise He wished to go but he sits eyes closed to darkness With out the car which passed and broken he stands. His heart wrenched breaking him choked by the collar And up the way whence came to the shattered lands It is deafening silence, Reentering in the house torn, in the whirl- Wind of heated battle, into his room He crawls, in the slow light of the dreams world. And he rises with new light arching through the sky.

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Crippled creature broken in ballistic bone fracture about the blind tile, freckled in blade licked flesh, back strap shoulder blades quiver gaunt as skeleton wings sprinkled in splashed satin fruitless reds and auburn oils, the child’s insides splattered across the stomach of the floor, limp muscle binding that of bundled circuitry, the boy only resembling needle and sticks a mass of anatomy straightened out in lifeless splendor, bone splinters clotted in saw dust muscle grindings the face showered in locks and tangles, galaxies and embered suns, tassels golden simmered, the creature’s hair a mane torn over his black socket eyes, fierce in ferocity growling, a monstrous roaring of prideful bangs, Fallow face and cheek stomped to the floor as a rag his form splashed about ground and surface. Skin nearly bleached in cancer cell white, a body folded as parchment, joints and ligament playing the part lightless strewn as an idea lost in lifeless. A white room hollow, muteness staling, the busting of a boy broken in scaffold limbs torn intwined amongst netted nerves wound about spindled bone branched out in checkered blood stain Shattered arms resembling puzzle pieced wings, boy bathed in synthetic sunlight kisses, But a watch crushed in brittle bronze shards about God’s feet

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Aug 30, 2011

Aug 30, 2011 at 12:44 AM UTC

Breaking Birds with Steel Bats

Crippled creature broken in ballistic bone fracture about the blind tile, freckled in blade licked flesh, back strap shoulder blades quiver gaunt as skeleton wings sprinkled in splashed satin fruitless reds and auburn oils, the child’s insides splattered across the stomach of the floor, limp muscle binding that of bundled circuitry, the boy only resembling needle and sticks a mass of anatomy straightened out in lifeless splendor, bone splinters clotted in saw dust muscle grindings the face showered in locks and tangles, galaxies and embered suns, tassels golden simmered, the creature’s hair a mane torn over his black socket eyes, fierce in ferocity growling, a monstrous roaring of prideful bangs, Fallow face and cheek stomped to the floor as a rag his form splashed about ground and surface. Skin nearly bleached in cancer cell white, a body folded as parchment, joints and ligament playing the part lightless strewn as an idea lost in lifeless. A white room hollow, muteness staling, the busting of a boy broken in scaffold limbs torn intwined amongst netted nerves wound about spindled bone branched out in checkered blood stain Shattered arms resembling puzzle pieced wings, boy bathed in synthetic sunlight kisses, But a watch crushed in brittle bronze shards about God’s feet

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The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips Creating a tapestry of one’s existence Forced and bound tightly with silk Silk braided into barbered wires Choking and constricting to the very core Thread searing and branding the body Trapped in a web of deceit Puppeteering while I try to lead Captivated by crystalline chains Chains which bind me to the eternal night I stare at the darkness The darkness stares back Writhing in these woven webs Struggling and suffocating In harmonious cacophony Desperately clawing towards freedom The crystalline chains crack Braided silk unravels into strands Woven webs wax and wane Nature’s hold withers away Released from the cocoon of futility Threads of fate snapped and spindled Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone Replaced by a blank piece of cloth

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC

The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips Creating a tapestry of one’s existence Forced and bound tightly with silk Silk braided into barbered wires Choking and constricting to the very core Thread searing and branding the body Trapped in a web of deceit Puppeteering while I try to lead Captivated by crystalline chains Chains which bind me to the eternal night I stare at the darkness The darkness stares back Writhing in these woven webs Struggling and suffocating In harmonious cacophony Desperately clawing towards freedom The crystalline chains crack Braided silk unravels into strands Woven webs wax and wane Nature’s hold withers away Released from the cocoon of futility Threads of fate snapped and spindled Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone Replaced by a blank piece of cloth

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Time journeyed through the seasons sublime Brokered days the trellis of life did climb Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time Each tenuous second garnering only a passing stime Bartered moments the continuum of existence did wantonly prime Availing sky's porous rotunda filtered each, ageless ream through spectrum so fine The hoary sun spilled it's vision into each, vacuous line Gilded moon, celestial mariner did shadowy expanse twine Bended stars, twinkling sprites from stealthy perch did antediluvian streams re-align Primeval planets in their sanctioned orbits perpetuity did assign

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Nov 11, 2011

Nov 11, 2011 at 11:29 AM UTC

Journey Through Time

Time journeyed through the seasons sublime Brokered days the trellis of life did climb Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time Each tenuous second garnering only a passing stime Bartered moments the continuum of existence did wantonly prime Availing sky's porous rotunda filtered each, ageless ream through spectrum so fine The hoary sun spilled it's vision into each, vacuous line Gilded moon, celestial mariner did shadowy expanse twine Bended stars, twinkling sprites from stealthy perch did antediluvian streams re-align Primeval planets in their sanctioned orbits perpetuity did assign

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Like the needle that drives through my heart, you glisten in the sun. You sparkle and shine like a jewel in the light. I see myself in the mirrored image. A reflection so small and insignificant I am lost under your thumb. This needle becomes encased deeper into my heart. I cannot retract it because the thread has been lost. Spindled into a web of unfortunate lies. Powerful sentences that hold no authority. If you hug me this needle causes me pain. So why do I still yearn for your touch. Like drugs. I am dying from the addiction. Being crippled by the want. So crush me like a flower under foot. Close me like a finished book. End me like a summer spent. Lose me like time that came and went.

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Jul 20, 2017

Jul 20, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC

Like the needle that drives through my heart, you glisten in the sun. You sparkle and shine like a jewel in the light. I see myself in the mirrored image. A reflection so small and insignificant I am lost under your thumb. This needle becomes encased deeper into my heart. I cannot retract it because the thread has been lost. Spindled into a web of unfortunate lies. Powerful sentences that hold no authority. If you hug me this needle causes me pain. So why do I still yearn for your touch. Like drugs. I am dying from the addiction. Being crippled by the want. So crush me like a flower under foot. Close me like a finished book. End me like a summer spent. Lose me like time that came and went.

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Ezra clamber’d o’er the crest to seek the way which he knew best which, passing by the yellow tares and turning at a grove of pears set him at ancient fungal oak where upon a branch he hung his cloak For on some odd-nights within his mare declared a warlock and his maiden fair: “Spindled by the peary copse after fields of shammy crops stands that vile toady oak shading torpid mystic folk “Percieveth thee the one with warty beak? ‘Tis to him whom you must speak. Rouse him from his slumber, Ezra, pray of him your task." The wizard with the moley snout reclining with a snoozy pout snored upward from that moldy bark and whispered “yonder peasant, hark! “Ezra, deary, there’s a bane The shepherds hold in some disdain for sheps can’t herd bereft of sheep and this bane ingests them in their sleep. Do strap on hip your faithful blade and into swampy depths do wade so to provoke this shepherd's foe and smite him lifeless head to toe.”

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC

Shores pt. 1: Ezra's and the Wizard's Quest

Ezra clamber’d o’er the crest to seek the way which he knew best which, passing by the yellow tares and turning at a grove of pears set him at ancient fungal oak where upon a branch he hung his cloak For on some odd-nights within his mare declared a warlock and his maiden fair: “Spindled by the peary copse after fields of shammy crops stands that vile toady oak shading torpid mystic folk “Percieveth thee the one with warty beak? ‘Tis to him whom you must speak. Rouse him from his slumber, Ezra, pray of him your task." The wizard with the moley snout reclining with a snoozy pout snored upward from that moldy bark and whispered “yonder peasant, hark! “Ezra, deary, there’s a bane The shepherds hold in some disdain for sheps can’t herd bereft of sheep and this bane ingests them in their sleep. Do strap on hip your faithful blade and into swampy depths do wade so to provoke this shepherd's foe and smite him lifeless head to toe.”

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Oh darling. Oh darling! Help knot this noose. Spill out the contractors spindled spew. My leash is as tethered as my thoughts. Kick the stool angled foot Remove tension, don't slack. I've decided I just don't want to keep my thoughts inside. They aren't always sane, but have tendencies to seek the "in." My departure welcomes the cold and bitter. As the winter. To which the tree holds the sight of. Chlorophyll picked away from leaves to fulfill a coming life. I will restore the color back in the splintered rings held inside. This withered branch; my neck. Ready to untwine From burdening weight balanced on my spine. SNAP! Fingers snap to my fall. 4 counts per measure Each conducted with quietus posture. A contortionist to the meaning of nurture. Oh you Oh darling Oh me, oh my. Hanging from this tree oh why says I. Do I have to die? Oh right, NO! Wrong let's lie in light. That tree giving color, given hope. Painted again by my deaths brush stroke. What I thought would be so warm and welcoming... Is only what I had before... Nothing.

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Aug 26, 2013

Aug 26, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC

chandler-william-iii-rose

I'm Seeking the "In."

Oh darling. Oh darling! Help knot this noose. Spill out the contractors spindled spew. My leash is as tethered as my thoughts. Kick the stool angled foot Remove tension, don't slack. I've decided I just don't want to keep my thoughts inside. They aren't always sane, but have tendencies to seek the "in." My departure welcomes the cold and bitter. As the winter. To which the tree holds the sight of. Chlorophyll picked away from leaves to fulfill a coming life. I will restore the color back in the splintered rings held inside. This withered branch; my neck. Ready to untwine From burdening weight balanced on my spine. SNAP! Fingers snap to my fall. 4 counts per measure Each conducted with quietus posture. A contortionist to the meaning of nurture. Oh you Oh darling Oh me, oh my. Hanging from this tree oh why says I. Do I have to die? Oh right, NO! Wrong let's lie in light. That tree giving color, given hope. Painted again by my deaths brush stroke. What I thought would be so warm and welcoming... Is only what I had before... Nothing.

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I'm a bomb set to a different drum, combusted to an unhumanly beat. It's not you, it's Death, it's fantasy, it's you because you're me, i'm the insanity splashed in red against your plumage skin. Explode to resist tongue at my edged tip's a tack of misprint words scattered to letters, it's masterpieces shattered on the holy savior's skin. i'll beat to a new theme, breathe Death's lips spindled on teeth so forlorn to lost. I'm only pretending me to be, them to redisplay we's got issues beneath paper flesh feels of oceans and drummer boy beats. It's insanity me and we speak of for angels plague days of night and stars a light, oh it's good, it's so sweet as infinity's drink. Immortality's a price for mind and motions never could keep, i'll take to crazy under body so age untouched, years of bitter-sweet. I'll lose mentality before i die with serenity, die in minds eye before I and us, we and them die to God's rule, perish in fire beyond the grasp of Death's savior hands. I'll bite bullets before Death could ever catch.

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Aug 28, 2011

Aug 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC

Tongues of the Mentally (Un-)Static

I'm a bomb set to a different drum, combusted to an unhumanly beat. It's not you, it's Death, it's fantasy, it's you because you're me, i'm the insanity splashed in red against your plumage skin. Explode to resist tongue at my edged tip's a tack of misprint words scattered to letters, it's masterpieces shattered on the holy savior's skin. i'll beat to a new theme, breathe Death's lips spindled on teeth so forlorn to lost. I'm only pretending me to be, them to redisplay we's got issues beneath paper flesh feels of oceans and drummer boy beats. It's insanity me and we speak of for angels plague days of night and stars a light, oh it's good, it's so sweet as infinity's drink. Immortality's a price for mind and motions never could keep, i'll take to crazy under body so age untouched, years of bitter-sweet. I'll lose mentality before i die with serenity, die in minds eye before I and us, we and them die to God's rule, perish in fire beyond the grasp of Death's savior hands. I'll bite bullets before Death could ever catch.

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** Warning this poem is not light hearted and deals with feelings of abandonment and the topic of the death of an animal. I am sure there are plenty of other happy poems to read if you're not feeling up to that. Just wanted to give you a fair warning. ** Gasping. The doe. I watched her bright brown eyes, noted the dirt and blood matted in her frosty fur, copper and frothy breath, her eyes full and panicked, she had been crushed and spindled by my friend's car, breathing heavy gasps, escaping clouds like souls, she lay in sharp white air, fully aware, trying to find a breath, through the brokenness and despair. I turned away and could not look, as my friend, finished her with his knife, so that she would not suffer more. Today, I feel as though I am the car, dented, old lopsided panels, dented gray door, and I am also the deer, and my whole life, has been a crushing force, of filth and garbage, and I see myself gasping, wishing for someone to be here, thinking that someone should love me, {not just partially} lying in the snow, copper from my punctured heart, crimson upon my lips, crushed by every flake that falls, as they drive past, oblivious and unaware, that I even exist. Praying that this suffering won't last, someone will discover that I am here. Someone should love me. Someone should be here. Someone should near.

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Nov 27, 2017

Nov 27, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC

david-montgomery

Gasping. (The Doe.)

** Warning this poem is not light hearted and deals with feelings of abandonment and the topic of the death of an animal. I am sure there are plenty of other happy poems to read if you're not feeling up to that. Just wanted to give you a fair warning. ** Gasping. The doe. I watched her bright brown eyes, noted the dirt and blood matted in her frosty fur, copper and frothy breath, her eyes full and panicked, she had been crushed and spindled by my friend's car, breathing heavy gasps, escaping clouds like souls, she lay in sharp white air, fully aware, trying to find a breath, through the brokenness and despair. I turned away and could not look, as my friend, finished her with his knife, so that she would not suffer more. Today, I feel as though I am the car, dented, old lopsided panels, dented gray door, and I am also the deer, and my whole life, has been a crushing force, of filth and garbage, and I see myself gasping, wishing for someone to be here, thinking that someone should love me, {not just partially} lying in the snow, copper from my punctured heart, crimson upon my lips, crushed by every flake that falls, as they drive past, oblivious and unaware, that I even exist. Praying that this suffering won't last, someone will discover that I am here. Someone should love me. Someone should be here. Someone should near.

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Feathers bristle, as we sit too close on a single spindled branch, breaking. Each trying to outsing the dawn chorus.

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Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC

Feathers bristle, as we sit too close on a single spindled branch, breaking. Each trying to outsing the dawn chorus.

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Snagged and spindled on my sweater cuffs, Memories spray forward in sparks. The scent of new linoleum, The stoic hush of the phone line, And my bedroom window, sealed tight Against the ghosts of you and I Kissing barefoot on the lawn.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC

Snagged and spindled on my sweater cuffs, Memories spray forward in sparks. The scent of new linoleum, The stoic hush of the phone line, And my bedroom window, sealed tight Against the ghosts of you and I Kissing barefoot on the lawn.

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Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC

Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Night Coming On Sun going down spindled our shadows to Giacometti bronze, three old friends on a standing six mile walk, streetlights sputtering indignation at a dismal election more final referendum on the Enlightenment itself, casting us in unflattering light, angry white men, for all you knew, wreathed in the sour mist of seething resentment, bas relief of your shadowed face a dry wadi of worry framed with care within the folds of your hijab. Desperation, oncoming night, courage in the face of our disgraceful descent into darkness, God only knows what drove you to ignore the little voice in your head, steer to the curb to ask directions to the community college. You can’t miss it, finning my hand down Washington in a puny act of supplication, past holiday lights and shoppers, past this bar where we sit huddled over beer, watching in disbelief, news of night coming on.

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Nov 28, 2016

Nov 28, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC

Night Coming On

Night Coming On Sun going down spindled our shadows to Giacometti bronze, three old friends on a standing six mile walk, streetlights sputtering indignation at a dismal election more final referendum on the Enlightenment itself, casting us in unflattering light, angry white men, for all you knew, wreathed in the sour mist of seething resentment, bas relief of your shadowed face a dry wadi of worry framed with care within the folds of your hijab. Desperation, oncoming night, courage in the face of our disgraceful descent into darkness, God only knows what drove you to ignore the little voice in your head, steer to the curb to ask directions to the community college. You can’t miss it, finning my hand down Washington in a puny act of supplication, past holiday lights and shoppers, past this bar where we sit huddled over beer, watching in disbelief, news of night coming on.

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Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in bare body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC

Long long, ere long ago Adam was adolescent Eve was effervescent Both were glad in bare body clad Adam and Eve exposed each The duo explored to match Adam was adulating to catch Eve was electrifying to ****** Pancreatic hunger in one way Pubertal love on way any way Cupid apple drooped in sway He grappled apple-gel of angel Couple cuddled and meddled Kindled, spindled and fondled Fire of passion ceded seeds of love Shy free, sky free, spy free, scot free Capsule of calories captured Rupture turned into rapture Head to head dual bite at sight Headed to fuel the duel of luring love Adam was adamant on that eve Eve spelled eventful gospel of life Only lonely lovely pair espoused Exploded mirth of birth on earth

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Being obliviously controlled Manipulated and deceived Always gullible and sincere Listening to lies so intricately spindled and weaved The truth hiding in the fire that strives spreading, growing, devouring unknowingly started, steadily feeds cinders flowing catching fire to seeds sweat starts to form into beads running down and leaving streaks lies being continued to speak sparks at the gasoline leak

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Nov 12, 2014

Nov 12, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC

Being obliviously controlled Manipulated and deceived Always gullible and sincere Listening to lies so intricately spindled and weaved The truth hiding in the fire that strives spreading, growing, devouring unknowingly started, steadily feeds cinders flowing catching fire to seeds sweat starts to form into beads running down and leaving streaks lies being continued to speak sparks at the gasoline leak

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paved asphalt pass brimley and the 401 provincial highway windows shy, hiding beneath mid door crevice giving way for the combing wind elvis's hairdue comes naturally at 120 km/hour look in my rear view her smile illuminates my world radiates lumens past circuit driven tungsten (W) corsets my heart into a reoriented rush of ecstatic cross spindled fibers the joy of the bingo jackpot for the community center regular who plays their last card before going home an "I 17" echoes through the air but this card was misread, I 17 was a spot above the required she was never in the backseat and she was doing us both a favor just as the grocer who puts eggs at the top of the bag her smile irradiated the room her smile came straight from those high beams pleading for a head on collision azides leaked though a break neck pillow azides for my esophagus leading to my sarcophagus

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC

crashing in headlights (the poem to the red light defying driver)

paved asphalt pass brimley and the 401 provincial highway windows shy, hiding beneath mid door crevice giving way for the combing wind elvis's hairdue comes naturally at 120 km/hour look in my rear view her smile illuminates my world radiates lumens past circuit driven tungsten (W) corsets my heart into a reoriented rush of ecstatic cross spindled fibers the joy of the bingo jackpot for the community center regular who plays their last card before going home an "I 17" echoes through the air but this card was misread, I 17 was a spot above the required she was never in the backseat and she was doing us both a favor just as the grocer who puts eggs at the top of the bag her smile irradiated the room her smile came straight from those high beams pleading for a head on collision azides leaked though a break neck pillow azides for my esophagus leading to my sarcophagus

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Without further ado i offer my literary missives anew fur ye to ponder and brew from meister mwm of his motley crue, whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice which numb burr oof offspring equals deux whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu whence money a edified reader considers dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu and said two female progeny sired from one ova plus super seminal glue swimming swiftly via viscous hue genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew with one late uncle Lou, who himself wed a milch cow, she frequently did moo which found me to rue what comprises reality to be true that all humans originated from the primate zoo. **** Sapiens Sale hums lot witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew thick mass of cremated ashes across rubble strewn, and severely cratered landscape! The devil made mince meat as like one huge lumbering ogre and grim reaper rolled up into one not so jolly green giant did slay good will to all men, and spat out pox with an emphatic nay triumphing over godly salvation using eponymous accursed pitchfork made merry and rolled in the hay simultaneously sneering out in delight at wanton death and decay whereby civilization forever mutilated perforated said spindled and inappropriately sensually fondled world wide web structure where once proud arm strong spikes radiated now sundered in total chaotic disarray!

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Nov 11, 2017

Nov 11, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC

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Mild hysteria from dystopia

Without further ado i offer my literary missives anew fur ye to ponder and brew from meister mwm of his motley crue, whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice which numb burr oof offspring equals deux whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu whence money a edified reader considers dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu and said two female progeny sired from one ova plus super seminal glue swimming swiftly via viscous hue genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew with one late uncle Lou, who himself wed a milch cow, she frequently did moo which found me to rue what comprises reality to be true that all humans originated from the primate zoo. **** Sapiens Sale hums lot witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew thick mass of cremated ashes across rubble strewn, and severely cratered landscape! The devil made mince meat as like one huge lumbering ogre and grim reaper rolled up into one not so jolly green giant did slay good will to all men, and spat out pox with an emphatic nay triumphing over godly salvation using eponymous accursed pitchfork made merry and rolled in the hay simultaneously sneering out in delight at wanton death and decay whereby civilization forever mutilated perforated said spindled and inappropriately sensually fondled world wide web structure where once proud arm strong spikes radiated now sundered in total chaotic disarray!

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veiled in shroud spindled of deceit by his venomous heart spiders lay their eggs

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC

veiled in shroud spindled of deceit by his venomous heart spiders lay their eggs

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