Flayed Poems - Poems about Flayed

...Rabbit was issued an invitation from the cucumber king He could attend a spa, if he wore his red ruby ring While rabbit was soaking in the sauna the ring got taken I bet it’s the king, he thought;......

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...Mountains made of waves tore the flesh from Mother Earth — flayed and flooding. The mud grieves beneath her, clogged with stagnant saline. She used to breathe — rivers ran wild and......

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... "If that isn't love The ocean is dry There's no star in the sky And the sparrow can't fly If that isn't love Then heaven's a myth There's no feeling like this If that isn't love" -Dottie Ra......

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... Today, we remember the long, scorching march into the tombstone— eyes like oceans, salt pouring from flesh. Today, we remember the cross, 300 pounds heavy, bent and dipped into his head. H......

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...My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery, Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real. I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes, Their innocence smashed, fa......

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...Chains never fall completely. Scars embed themselves like burns under the skin, And even though the skin is a body, it cannot hide the shadow of the irons. History screams, but its lips are sealed......

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...Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise, A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table. Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors. The calligraphy carries......

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... we took it for granted life as we knew it our freedom our future the concept of fairness karma and justice and then it was stripped in one quick painful motion flayed off like a bandaid bef......

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...I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture betwee......

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...Forcing myself to live in green- belt of forest with no civil comforts or concerns I don’t flinch. I won’t. Living in extremes of two seasons cinder-hot Sun drowning rain I don’t compla......

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...The limb elongates in the bodies flayed attempt at survival. Internal struggle, intelligently struggling in the maintaining of oxygen in a Bold yet desperate display. Feeble gravities Lungi......

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...I live in a world of brutal ice and cold Despite the temperature being five below... these fingered handy limbs awash with profuse sweat dripping palms analogous to a bloody busted gushing wat......

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...The salt of their skin has its flayed geometry, sharp crevices beneath the classroom where my dark teeth tried the savoury chalk and failed. I have been a teacher for the sum of my disjointed ......

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...Window to the Soul The eyes of lovers are open doors, unlocked by true love and intimacy. Each of us holds ourselves captive in that inner panic room, that shelter we begin building upon our first......

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...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......

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