Clawing Poems - Poems about Clawing

Were he stripped of his rapier-like wit ~ John Lawless would be paw-less...

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Give into pure thought, I'll entice you a spell, Extracted from fear, fear my own hell. The trees, they fall, the air, it drowns, From beasts of skin, these earth-dwelling clowns. Stuck in my mind, Thoughts confined, Of a life lived purely; a being redefined. So I slip on my thought cap, A brain full of tears, To express all my feelings, Few cheers -...

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Sometimes my mind takes me on a journey To that cave i hid in as a child And i picture everything so clearly Like im there before your angry bloodshot eyes The object of all your hate Where im doubled over from the blows I can smell the vomit in the corner As you rub my face in it I shiver to...

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We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the son of weakness, cast aside. Damn the father’s eyes, a...

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Clawing, scratching, screaming A heart's endless scheming Can you hear me? No! Can you feel me? No more! Do you see the pain drip from my eyes to the floor? Remember my taste? Oh what a waste. I can't un-remember anymore. Look to my hands, see their desire; Choking out words to quell their fire. Nails dig in and drag Breaking a cracker's crack! You never looked...

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Clawing at the edge Pushing my set boundary To be limitless...

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Racing thoughts strangle me, My attention is single minded. Like an animal, I begin to hunt For my true nirvana. My hands are clawing counters and my eyes pursue the floor. Instincts are taking over and I begin to sniff. Where is my shameful secret, a bottle so discreet? My dirty little secret, is avoiding me. Like a stealthy warrior, I fight for...

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These sleeves, they hide it. This smile? Yeah, it's fake. These words? They compose lies. That passion, you should know, it's all a hoax. Do you believe me? Well, you should. Do you trust me? Why should I trust you? I have a secret, and not a soul knows it. Each day I come closer to my breaking point. Every night when I lie...

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The waves crash at your threshold. You had given me lot of tears: I was dying in me- in veiled existence. I want to hear me loudly; my secret coming, across the book in black box. The androgynous deity limping back to shore. The claws, gnawing, stretching, giving arterial push to the dead thighs of ailing planet. First purple, then black gangrene appears on the...

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Expectantly through the dingy window I gape Lucid for now but only flickering Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth Crushed by the ache of this place Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this dying space Floating slowly through the murk Like the ghostly answer in...

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Too late you push into my sphere to breach my secret lair, how dare you seek and find me here within this raptured air! Be gone before I swallow down the essence of your shape. Your ups and downs, your sight and sound, and at your neck the nape. A tender sample of a soul too empty to explain, I shall not...

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