Best Back Against The Wall Poems

Biting into the dead,  
he tastes  the aftertaste of burnt ashes!
The meal of her emotions,
buried alive within silken strands.
Blood inside sorrow burning,
sweet desire...

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I always liked the way she played with her hair....
across from the vast expanse of the bed,
legs up, with her back against the wall,
I saw...

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I’m standing in the corner 
of a room named loneliness  
 
There are people all around me 
in their ties and fancy dress

They’re engaged...

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Written November 2, 2015


With my back against the wall
I fall
Down never ending staircases
That spiral down below
To seas where books float downstream
Along open pages reflecting past...

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You do not know about my nights
It is a different universe
Where life is being so much worse
There is no room for happiness

When eyes are closed...

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Scream both hands into the air, 
Arch your back against the wall, 
Plant both feet upon the floor, 
As you proudly show your all,

All your...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already...

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With his back against a wall of steel
caught in a silken, sticky web
the cloak of guilt fits him well
mind racing, eyes darting
excuses are born!
He finds...

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We often hear of hardship with single motherhood,
how tough it is to raise a family on her own.
How a drunkard and a basher never makes...

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This old straight back chair,
leaned back against kitchen wall.
Dad set me on scrawny lap;
tired face in hands.
Said I yuv my feety dad.
His smile just a...

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when I look at you — 
I see a pillar of strength

who's toils and tribes are hidden
like the deepest of dark secrets

destroy you? you won't...

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Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As...

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I was reading in the papers,
of worldly problems that there are!
The one I'm most concerned about,
is the most critical, by far!

There's unemployment, crime, and politics,
just...

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With your nerves stretched paper thin,
you tend to lose control.
When you are down- -no chance to win,
and feel need to sell your soul.

Finding your back...

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changing the rules
changing realities
listing the rules
color coded names and numbers
take me away replace the whole charade
never mention it
and cash it all in for a trade
worry...

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