Best Flaying Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a...

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Waking
Slumber
Another day
One more to sway

My eyes are red
My hopes are dead
I live in dread
In bed

Another day
Another one
Another breath of putrid air
Why

Interludes
Softly mocking me
Musicale morticians
Playing with...

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“The Fallen”



Remote,
he sees himself 
in the reflection of cold close 
yet distant shop windows, 
his final journey along the 
Hard Time Road
walking alone, 
unforgiven, no...

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In those final moments
before you breathed your last
all you heard
was spat out at you in hate
insults inflicting wounds
deeper than the nails
that riveted your body
to that...

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The surgeon generals 
are scalpel meeting once again
Fear doktors of war
are planning to raise another mar
on Earth’s topographical skin

Pigmented epidermal cells
are being prosperity lullabied put...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about...

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I laugh as I think of it now, the dire warnings of hell
Nothing could scare me it didn’t matter, on this teaching I never did...

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His back is turned to her.
Head bowed, shoulders slumped-
Ears muted to her stinging words-
Heart numbed from excess abuse.
Though once addicted to it, to her.

Her flaying...

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She stands beaten and bent,
looking exhausted and spent.
And like Medusa's locks,
Her coiffure sometimes shocks.

Her branches lash and sweep,
strumming songs in Her sleep.
And mimicking the birds,
the...

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Stop harassing me with your hate
Stop flaying me with your frustrations
Stop inking me with your insecurities
Stop cutting me with your cruelty
Stop lacerating me with your...

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like a grain of sand..


flied from the land..


settling in my eyes.


A lot of tears can,


remove you easily again,


then the pain will be removed.


What a wonderful...

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I ain’t a doctor and never will be,
but one night I got into hot water,
I was trying to help but it didn’t help me,
the night...

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Purging, surging, my body heaves
Flaying, slaying imaginary dragons
Swarming beasties inside my pores
Those nasty little invaders, 
Those horrid thieves
Have infested my frail body
The one my nemesis...

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Frightened of memories fading,



Early morning,

sunlight caressing the face

introspection at the reflection 

in the Brahmaputra river 



Afternoon, 

sweet aroma of the red sand

and green on the...

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What comfort, lighthouse, in this automated age?
No welcoming glow from cottage windows,
no friendly keeper brewing tea,
just a cold white beam flaying the night.
   ...

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