Best Horridly Poems

“Metallic skin"
I dont lotion anymore
Such acts would soften an  amour now immune to abuse.

Its now 8'o clock and I can tell that mommy is already asleep.

I prepare a clean skin to be dumped in acts of unwanted desires.
A child's room to become the scene...

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Watcher ...
he wandered the mists
the high fells of Scottish countryside
wrapped in robes of their own wan light
aglow like the full of the moon
and aback a white Arabian stallion.
He commanded the brume and twilight shivers
and could cleave sunlight with his sword
turning noon to midnight in a...

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Most of have heard or read the Adventures of Peter Pan
A boy who never grew up and lived in Never Never Land
The rewritten story goes that Tinkerbell is in love with Pete
but in the original shadowed tale, Tink liked her whiskey, neat
J M Barrie was...

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The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that seemed solid too often turned squalid. With unfinished thoughts (and...

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Fascism lives in tension with holy optimism,
as hatred fades in presence of mutual love,
as WinLose evolutionary models
give way to WinWin sacred Energy
stories and songs and dances,
as patriarchal colonization
gives way to matriarchal creolization.

Fascism,
synonymous with Totalitarianism,
as written by Hannah Arendt,
is a growing monocultural tendency toward,
and actual exercise...

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Horror squeezes my chest like pliers on a straw ...
There - out there in the black,
Something moved ... again ...
Just briefly, a flash of pale in the ink,

But enough so I knew it was real.
I was standing now, near the sliding glass door,
But before -...

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please tell me ...

what happened?
what dire damage have i wrought?
what did i do to ruin it, that friendship, rare?
you once knew me better than most ...

my darkness didn't frighten you, didn't rattle,
you sighted those demons ... i think they danced with yours, times,
imbibed from the...

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Many moons ago,
a languishing lamentation flow
carved a grievous path
in the red soil

Defying moral gravity,
downtrodden fallow weeps 
flowed upward   to the heavens
With river Nile ease

Native American Exodus
wasn’t done willingly
Oh, how the Five Nations
were saber led forcibly!

Time traveling eyes
need not ask why
Oh, why does the...

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 A snow white flower shines in the soft light of a silent meadow. 
 The words that you speak I shall forever echo. 
 A lost love in the dark of the night. 
 They all look your way, but are you blind?
 Can...

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HELL ...
is a different place for each of us -
a many-chambered hall of horrors, sui generis ...
some make only a single, memorable visit,

Spending the rest of their time
avoiding all that may chance to once again open its iron door.
Others, such as I, have made many...

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My daughter
The world has grown you 
Hastily Into a woman
As your blood flows

In my eyes
You are my daughter
The one whose little hand
I held on the way to school

My daughter 
The war has grown you 
Horridly Into a woman
As your little body has taken its blows

In...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana) attest
to be more appealing than flounder
(like a Phish out of...

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How often does it come to call?
How often does the sea breeze spray?
How often will she fall?
How many times will he ask her to stay?
Then tell her that she is to leave,
How many times will she have to greave?
Will she leave him forever?

She sits in...

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ARE YOU A MISFIT?

Per chance, in this universe, you are one?

That feeling, somehow you were born in the wrong century. You might look at common 
dress.
You see it as dull, sloppy and freaky.
And you want clothes gallant, elegant and
even a tad cheeky!


Or the sense that...

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Yup, you red correctly,
     this noggin must go
     perhaps donated
     to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
     horridly styled comfortably numb skull,
    ...

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