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Tourette

I am a monster A tormented work of God’s hand I will roll over you Like a storm Because that I am My energy will attract you like a swarm of bees in spring Into your lover’s bed Where I will remove tranquility From you mind Before you reject me I am a Tesla Coiled My fingers set to spark They will suck the life out of your longing You will desire to burn again in my hell But you will remove me And keep me at bay For I am too strong in field To leave close to your heart Yet I will possess you Not because I own you Only will I own your desire To wrap around my tongue again And from inside your womb You will grow a hand longing to pull me into your core Yet I will unwillingly shake your bed While you try to sleep Because I cannot stop Even when I rest A storm I am Cursed am I With a double vortex of pain That rips at my muscles And makes them twitch When I want them to relax There is lightening inside of me That longs to be kissed into a deeper slumber Just once, so that I can rest in bliss at your side Will you do that for me, just once? Or throw me away before the first dawn, as is my fate My tormented soul Wants the electrocutioner’s pulse To leave me alone And let my limbs recline For just one night But instead I must sleep awake So I do not unleash Another crushing wave Against your brain As my twitching arms attack you despite my love For while a storm may intrigue you to watch You will not ride long in the funnel of this tornado I will become your toy And discarded after a few shocks of my constant sparking Have burned your precious fingertips into charcoal My place will become as your sworn servant When you require another grinding And remember the reason your millstones have worn thin Desiring another load To render into stardust And while I just wish to rest my weary head Upon your swollen breasts of honey While you sleep against me in pleasure’s afterglow The storm that never sleeps will jar you awake And your pointed finger will show me out the dog’s door Creep that I am Requires his mask to be kissed away, but it will not yield No one can endure A lasting embrace Because I will bump your arms away in the night You should be warned As upon notice be you now informed My tic ticking heart Will demand its daily toll Sending me to sleep alone

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/26/2011 11:56:00 AM
Wow...this is so cool! Jimmy
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Date: 4/25/2011 10:10:00 AM
Over the years I have climbed over mountains of self hatred and suffer much less [now] than this account portrays. This poem captures the dysmorphophobic amplification of how it feels, more than how any lover has fully handed to me, in their discretion. Yet it is painful to watch their suffering at my helpless hands, and that still yanks at my heart, even though I have learned I have no guilt in it. I wrote it to try transcending my residual angst. Thanks Leo and Carol!
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Date: 4/25/2011 9:55:00 AM
A deeply moving, graphic, and mainly accurate account of the hell of Tourette's...my friend suffers from this affliction and I feel totally helpless...let us hope that modern medical technology will discover some way to handle this. A very good poem.
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Date: 4/25/2011 6:25:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Patrick. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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