Best Executioner Poems

Running through the Lost Forest of no tomorrows, my heart beats at warp speed as the hideous howls draw nearer. My thoughts briefly digress to...

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I can’t breathe.
It isn’t because I’m upset, 
Because I’m not.
Not upset.
I rarely am anymore.
No, that’s wrong.
I am,
Sometimes,
But it’s not painful
Like it used to be
Back when...

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Look into these eyes, these eyes show no mercy
Like flesh ripping off my skin, I scream
I shout the names of those I do not know
Like...

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whether bound and dragged 
behind a pick-up 
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot 
then tossed unsecured 
into the back of a rolling 
makeshift...

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From seconds to minutes to hours to night, then to day,
Time moved, taking with it, the bliss I was sharing with you.
Life's moments cannot be...

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"The Formidable Gambit"



Silence 
calculated and distinct

conspiring with rules
plays within the 
confined squares

of a strict and
ruthless mind
preying on all moves

untraceable 
unpredictable 
irretrievable 

in the opening move
the...

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I came as an unaffected statue
Halloween depiction depicting everything
vaguely-leaving margins for misinterpretations
like hieroglyphics deciphered by illiterates
scawling crayon scratch book reports

Walk in these shoes
Feel the pavement...

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Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin 
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge...

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Tears from The East

Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is 
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes...

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Inside a boisterous tavern,
a-light with drunken gaiety
of spilled ribald laughter,
he quietly sits alone ...
gently cradling his mead darkly
Brooding thoughts of past paid coverings
buzzes inside his...

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You think that security belongs to you
Because you have done all you need to do
You think that wisdom belongs to a few
Because the rest of...

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I'm thinking I have a disease
Despair has gripped me by my feet
Dragged me down to the cold floor
And used me until I couldn't take it...

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Here is an anger poem, a slamming doors poem, an I told you so poem, a look what the cat dragged in poem, a finally...

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“Corrosion of feelings”, the accusation said. A seal, a signature. I was a bit confused, though, when the judge, a heavyset gentleman with a kind...

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I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,

We have had yet another fight, 
And as yet it is our...

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