Long Blacking Poems

August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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From strange elixir of mind 
a form walks in forming strange lines, 
in a poem of a chant of a spell, 
encantrain echoes it's well.
Where roses bloom, 
dead and spirits recite their bleed 
of encantation-...

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The dark truth;
There is nothing good in falling, nothing good in fainting
Just getting hurt, and blacking out.
Blacking out is missing in action and bleeding is bleeding.

There is nothing interesting in dreaming, nothing helpful in admiring
Just...

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By: Revelation
11/17/07



I woke up to an unbearable pain piercing my skin….
I opened my eyes… and my dad had an extension cord in his hand beating me!

I asked him why?
But he just ignored me,
I started crying...

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Why do the birds insist on 
chirping
When the dark cloud above 
my head
Soaks me with all the 
emotions
That have remained bottled up 
for years
Until he came into the 
picture..

Roses and orchids 
Scented candles
Bath salts and...

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Why do the birds insist on 
chirping
When the dark cloud above 
my head
Soaks me with all the 
emotions
That have remained bottled up 
for years
Until he came into the 
picture..

Roses and orchids 
Scented candles
Bath salts and...

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Standing Strong

	Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on fire, my head is sweating, my palms are clammy, my
chest begins to pound, and my stomach is twisted in knots. I feel like I’m starting to
have no...

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My world was an endless cold winter, filled with bitter misery and pain. The type of pain that couldn’t so easily be taken away, the type that ate at the ends of your soul. It...

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Pt 1
He represents his set, with 
Every breath he draws,
He makes color his priority,
Matisse with machine gun,
Splurging Rothko’s’ vengeance 
On the blue bodies of Americas renegades.
A Blood, from Compton
The roar of stolen 
Car engines, echoes...

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look in the mirror you prostitute

see what i see

you sleep with men for many reasons but none for love

you think it compensates for the pain

go ahead and spread your legs die more everyday

you mine as...

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Summer Storm
 
The wind blows  – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
 
Large drops of...

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Interview with a Real Drinker.

A: “Sir, can you tell me, why do you drink?”
B: “So that I’m rendered unable to think!”
A: “Then, can you tell me, what do you drink?”
B: “Anything, friend!” (With a laugh...

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I am so sorry baby
For all of the pain, I caused
I'm not sure what I ever did
I am not sure what went wrong
Your words were constantly stabbing me
Over and over like a sharp knife
In my...

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In Cardiff Jail

In Cardiff Jail, grey dawn breaks on
razored walls and living-blocks of stone.
High barren landings amplify harsh slamming
gates, and emphasise the echoes of the
bosses' yells and rattled keys of doors that
only ever bang behind.
Alone...

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(10/06/11)

He had so much anger , so much hate
To lash out at someone he couldn’t wait
An innocent bystander walking down the street
This was the one that he would beat.

If she had suspected what lied ahead
She...

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In this small square room of mental illusion,
I look at my reflection in a state of desolation.
I'm not what I am in this state of confusion,
I'm trampled on the ground by my sense of delusion.

I'm...

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Would you still love me 
if I never tore you apart 
Took off your face paint 
Got under your skin
Looked behind those hazel eyes 
Put you back together again 
better than before 
say you didn’t...

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have small *****,
will travel in big truck,
have small *****,
will blare big ass stereo,
have small *****,
will boast & blather 
about one’s supposed 
exploits in public,
as if have the *****town
in which they reside,
has been wooed overnight
by this...

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Fear runs through her entire body,
As she takes the dagger from her boyfriends case.
She quietly walks through the kitchen,
Writing a note telling him everything will be okay.

The open door lets in a cold winter breeze,
Her...

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Upon my lastly leave:

I beg of you,
As I stand before the gallows 
And these promises of end,
Do not take to heart
The darkness of doubt
That these shadows do cast.
It is a pious act,
Greeting and dwelling
Into The...

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I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme. 
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression? 

In swearing truth say why your...

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Once, bravery shrouded my face,
He took it, all of it in one night.
Shame replaced my dignity,
Valiant interchanged my fearlessness.

Suppressed cries; stifled pleas,
Deafening roars; physical manacles.
I wither away, waking up to a stranger,
Forcing his body against...

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Empty bottles scattered across the linoleum floor
Just like the futile coke bags floating in your toilet bowl
Both still congested with the lost memories that occurred last night
Blacking out under the twilight
Stars crashing down on the...

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Victorian Era
~Victorian Era~
I think that the Victorian age would have suited me
The ingenuity fashion the great exhibition
Would all have been fascinating for me to see.
Not a child up chimneys, that’s not my mission
Not a Debtors...

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