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Donall Dempsey Dec 2017
TWAK!

Twak!
  
A knife embeds itself
  
in the space just
by her left ear
  
as if the wood
gulped it...****** it
  
in
its glint
  
vibrating still.
  
In her head
she plans
  
dinner.
  
She stares
at her husband
  
remembers how
he had come
  
to court her
...twak!
  
Another knife
flashes spitefully
  
narrowly missing
her other ear
  
a little
bubble of blood
  
like a stud
earring blossoming

on a wobbly
earlobe.
  
'Ouch! '
she whispers
  
to herself
guilty
  
at such an over
reaction
  
oh how he had
excited her
  
  
her head
in a spin
  


saying he
was in
  
show business
  

her world
revolves
  

about him
the next knife
  

impregnates itself
in the space
  

between her
legs
  

like a tuning fork  
it hums
  
  
her excitement
builds
  

a splinter of
wood
  

nestles in her
left inner thigh.
  

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
  

The shimmy of her
spangles
  

as the lights catch
her
  

a little
gasp
  
  

she faces him
boldly
  


afraid &
un-afraid
  
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
  
she still so
proud of her

husband's skill
to tantalise her
  

his unerring
accuracy
  
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)

as well
as wife.

Twak!
Donall Dempsey Dec 2019
TWAK!

Twak!
  
A knife embeds itself
  
in the space just
by her left ear
  
as if the wood
gulped it...******
  
in
its glint
  
vibrating still.
  
In her head
she plans
  
dinner.
  
She stares
at her husband
  
remembers how
he had come
  
to court her
...twak!
  
Another knife
flashes spitefully
  
narrowly missing
her other ear
  
a little
bubble of blood
  
like a stud
earring blossoming

on a wobbly
earlobe.
  
'Ouch! '
she whispers
  
to herself
guilty
  
at such an over
reaction.
  
Oh how he had
excited her
  
her head
in a spin
  
saying he
was in
  
show business.

Her world
revolves
  
about him
the next knife
  
impregnates itself
in the space
  
between her
legs
  
like a tuning fork  
it hums

her excitement
builds
  
a tiny splinter of
wood
  
nestles in her
left inner thigh.

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
  
The shimmy of her
spangles
  
as the lights catch
her
  
a little
gasp as
  
she faces him
boldly
  
afraid &
un-afraid
  
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
  
she still so
proud of her

husband's skill
to tantalise her
  
his unerring
accuracy
  
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)

as well
as wife.

A loud sea
of applause.

Twak!
She had run away to show business. He was exotic...the blindfolded knife thrower who swept her off her feet. Oh the roar of the grease paint the smell of the crowd. Now the circus was just the humdrum ordinary world and she was finding it hard...to get...into...her costume. She still found the act itself exciting especially those near misses. It was the only thing they ever had a row about. The whistle through the air and then the shocking suddenness of the arrival of the knife with its capitalised sharp exclamation point. . .TWAK!
And when she was up she was up and when she was down she was...TWAK! It was always the knife between the legs that drew the biggest baited breath from both the audience and her self. She had to admit it still turned her on but there was dinner to think about and other mundane things like the baby's whooping cough. Oh the exotic...the ****** and the ordinariness as hubby went about his work.
Donall Dempsey Dec 2018
TWAK!

Twak!
  
A knife embeds itself
  
in the space just
by her left ear
  
as if the wood
gulped it...****** it
  
in
its glint
  
vibrating still.
  
In her head
she plans
  
dinner.
  
She stares
at her husband
  
remembers how
he had come
  
to court her
...twak!
  
Another knife
flashes spitefully
  
narrowly missing
her other ear
  
a little
bubble of blood
  
like a stud
earring blossoming

on a wobbly
earlobe.
  
'Ouch! '
she whispers
  
to herself
guilty
  
at such an over
reaction
  
oh how he had
excited her
  
  
her head
in a spin
  


saying he
was in
  
show business
  

her world
revolves
  

about him
the next knife
  

impregnates itself
in the space
  

between her
legs
  

like a tuning fork  
it hums
  
  
her excitement
builds
  

a splinter of
wood
  

nestles in her
left inner thigh.
  

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
  

The shimmy of her
spangles
  

as the lights catch
her
  

a little
gasp
  
  

she faces him
boldly
  


afraid &
un-afraid
  
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
  
she still so
proud of her

husband's skill
to tantalise her
  

his unerring
accuracy
  
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)

as well
as wife.

Twak!
Donall Dempsey May 2022
TWAK!

A knife embeds itself

in the space just
by her left ear

as if the wood
gulped it...****** it

in
its glint

vibrating still.

In her head
she plans

dinner.

She stares
at her husband

remembers how
he had come

to court her
...twak!

Another knife
flashes spitefully

narrowly missing
her other ear

a little
bubble of blood

like a stud
earring blossoming

on a wobbly
earlobe.

'Ouch! '
she whispers

to herself
guilty

at such an over
reaction

oh how he had
excited her

her head
in a spin

saying he
was in

show business

her world
revolves

about him
the next knife

impregnates itself
in the space

between her
legs

like a tuning fork
it hums

her excitement
builds

a splinter of
wood

nestles in her
left inner thigh.

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.

The shimmy of her
spangles

as the lights catch
her

a little
gasp

she faces him
boldly

afraid &
un-afraid

upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy

she still so
proud of her

husband's skill
to tantalise her

his unerring
accuracy

the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)

as well
as wife.

Twak!
TWAK!

a knife embeds itself
in the space just
by her left ear

as if the wood
gulped it...****** it
in its glint

vibrating still.
In her head
she plans dinner

she stares
at her husband
remembers how

he had come
to court her
...twak!

another knife
flashes spitefully
narrowly missing

her other ear
a little
bubble of blood

like a stud
earring blossoming
on a wobbly earlobe

'Ouch! '
she whispers
to herself guilty

at such
an over
reaction

oh how he had
excited her
her head in a spin

saying he
was in
show business

her world revolves
about him
the next knife

impregnates itself
in the space
between her legs

like a tuning fork
it hums
her excitement builds

a splinter of wood
nestles in her
left inner thigh

'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist
the shimmy of her

spangles
as the lights catch
her

a little gasp
she faces him
boldly

afraid & un-afraid
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy

she still so
proud of her
husband's skill

to tantalise her
his unerring
accuracy

the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's
assistant)

as well
as wife
Twak!
Binges, binge this, binge that.
Never tried twack, nor crack,
40+ Unisom Sleep Gels,
Put me in some intense sleep spells.
Tried my first Xan,
ate all 14 blues in my hand.
Still hadn't even had ***,
Didn't have a phone to text.

I ate 63 Unisom this time,
but I knew I felt fine.
Walked in the night through my town,
till those Webb City cops had to put me down.
Got a really awesome plug,
taught me how to deal and ****.
Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city,
I could get a gram for fifty.

Caught my first DWI,
dude I'm not drunk! but I was high.
I sat in the Jasper County Jail,
read all the bible while I was in my cell.
Got my best friend pregnant,
man life was really pleasant.
4 months my seed dies,
only God could hear my cries.

7 bottles of cough suppressant,
God came to me in my coma segment.
I had no intentions of turning away,
I was living my life day for day.
Shot my first handgun,
I started my life on the run.
I hated the world and I hated myself,
I had everything except for help.

3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some ****, DMT, and Hash.
My 20th birthday had to be a bash.
I saw a dragon hatch from the sky,
I swore we all were gonna die.
I couldn't wait for the world to end,
I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend.
Started going by Okey Dokey,
caused more mischief than Loki!

I wound myself down with a girl,
I thought she was my world.
We thought we were in love,
but we just loved to rub.
Left her after a week of being locked up,
I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck.
I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour,
I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later!

Turning the age of 22 and confined,
I was started to see becoming less blind.
I was baptized in the jail,
I gave up my feelings to fail!
Now here I am,
becoming a man.
I live in a Church now,
may peace and love be with you, Chow!
This is a reflection of my life since I was 16, I'm 22 now, each segment is a different age. There are other things I wanted to include in this but felt it was a little bit to hard to put on here. I hope you enjoy this! Praise be to God, and may He bless you all! Peace and love.
Afrikaaps Dec 2019
Eina! Die prikkel van n naald
Gif vloei soos water in my lewens-strome
Val my liggaam aan met geweld
Die skeur en afbreek van my drome
Elkeen voel ek
Dis vir my gesondheid, maar sal my menslikheid nog geld

Dis die knop wat als begin het, nee
Die trek van n kanker stokkie
Die waarskuwing op die boksie gee mee
My lus kon ek nie meer hou nie

'Dis twak, hoekom sal dit op entjies verskyn'
**** ek soos die rook diep in my longe verdwyn

***** is my voorland
Ek kan lankal nie meer op my bene staan
My liggaam het ingesak toe my spiere vergaan

Ek is skaam, so so skaam
Die nurse, nog n kind, moet my doeke ruil
Ek voel verneder, maar dit pyn as ek huil

O dood, ou vriend
Vir my kan jy maar kom haal
Ek wag al maande vir jou,
Maar jyt iewers by die ou langs my verdwaal

Hy was erger, soveel erger as ek
Sy are het al begin kraak
Na Elke inspuiting, of behandeling
Het hy op alles gebraak

Ek is amper daar, ek voel dit aan my
Een van die dae is ek ook aan die dood se sy
Is rook n vorm van selfmoord?

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