Best Killing Poems

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With your heads way up your :]ssa[: 
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways
After you fell into a non-stop falling disease, 
Your movements weakened
Straight from a dried up well, 
Every day you frolic...

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another typical day, with feet on the ground
  ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
  many measured bits fall before the cutting edge
  casual thoughts detach, is there anybody in ?

  then some mental inner disturbance jangles
  with...

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Destinies departing from one another
like memories falling asleep as new experience births the extremes of Eternity,
striding past ourselves with fingers extended wildly
trying terribly to grab hold of knuckles with certainty buckling
as disbelief transforms into the unloving knowledge of impossibility,

in a recess of rules we defy...

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I have become the tree, perched on a limb,
Bow in hand, camouflaged grey, black, and brown.
Looking with my eyes, not moving my brim,
Detecting movement, the forest slows down.

Suddenly, a flicker of ear and tail,
Flashes in the sun entering my view.
Deer browsing, eyes darting, heads bob,...

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You come home late agian another time.
Smelling like cheap perfume and cheap red wine.
You caress my cheek with touches so soft.
Touching my shirt, slowly taking it off.

It isn't the first time you have done this.
Always coming home, face full of bliss.
I know what your doing,...

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I am a duck, call me deep throat
You are killing me softly
With the food I must devour
I am a seal
You invited me to a club
And you killed me softly
I am a heifer
You will kill me softly too
You will coral me, of this I am sure
I...

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I'm contemplating killing my other me,
The one who fronts for the five figure manager at Ruby Tuesday for a job,
Struggling to tie loose ends, so my ends don't meet.
Strangers they are, Me and I, I and Me,
And there is a sharp turn ahead, 
So I...

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Splitting straws reveal tears of unfair truth 
long and short of it bugs with ugly voices swear
Finding you are under the carpet 
hiding inside echoes disturbing peace 

The breaking point makes a stand rightly silence 
shattering glass on the surface breaks code 
Mirrored reflection flashbacks...

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When you fall into slumber on the pavement
Or 
When you wake up at another's

Prevent me from suffocating
In the heat of delight
Delight cant be real
when your behind it all
Because its you behind it all

Or slip into the light
fish me some rainbows
That fade when you bring it...

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Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of course, sometimes ants have to be exterminated
If they’re likely to bite a small child,
Or interrupting the flow of one’s flower...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of...

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Here is part two, thanks for finishing it

Still in his hand his sword a shining
Struck quickly through the tendrils twining
To free his foot with speed a blinding

He fell upon the ground and leapt
beyond the branches' claw
Grabbed from his waist the pouch that kept
his magic ring...

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Please let me speak about the heart
indeed the heart of all our aches
where our problems are to be found
so important to know for our sakes

God clearly wants us to know self-control
with His wisdom to exercise His will
for without self-control, one's left broken
helpless and hopeless just...

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if its not written from the heart or soul then chances are it's a i...

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Oh, who do you call,
My beautiful one?

Rising in iridescent splendor
In the dark side of light against the creeping dawn.

A mourning cry to follow ere the heat of day,
Dries up the velvet feathered throats of longing.

A reddened eye of patience waits and watches;
Awash in tall grass,...

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