Long Unfought Poems

love is coming in waves. saturated with hate, jealousy, and humility. i can feel it happening again. he tells me it's just one of my moods. i say it's more. alone. i'm left to my...

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Sambissar

Our souls dampen
with torture
And hopes dash in a
hurry
Like northern
watermelons
Crushed by a hundred
thousand cattle.
Our hearts beat in
fear louder than a
drum,
Louder than the
fierce noise of an
enraged mob -
Our flower has been
plucked before
blossom
With our
maiden-blood running
deep
Streaming deep into
the merciless...

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I say that I'm clean, I say that I'm Okay, I say that I'm fine,
I'm clean but I never don't miss it, not one moment goes by where my hands don't long for the feel...

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Instead of giving my mind some rest
Switched on to ace my mind to test.
Checked if inbox, had comments new
At Poetry Soup, my poems are few.

Then went on to read a few reviews.
Books and movies, that...

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A fond thought, 
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...

Love gives strength,
when everything else 
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way...

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I follow the curve of the land
  forging a way that was already dictated
   falling whilst shackled to endlessness
  becoming as I rush blindly forward
     looking to...

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I escape this planet healing what has been hurt. Pouring words like tears. Standing 
quiet as I listen to myself scream. Whith my inner strength I slowly tought myself wisdom 
from no one but me....

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My Forgotten Stars



  The sunlight shines
      A window breaks
          A shattered existence
        ...

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Undaunting corner,
The edge, the fringe,
The listless days’ observer,
Humming visions astringe.

Silence of no rest,
Unmoving soul trembling within,
Of the room’s unending test,
Failing, unfeeling the unforgiving sin.

So looking out the slitting light,
Like a crevice above the fogging abyss,
Eyes...

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Steel should slice through rust
The stringing should slice the fingers
There's no damage to either
Despite the tension
Everything is quite perfect
I'm the balance, not the weight
There is no sign of drag - firmly stationed
Eyes stay down, unfought...

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I have fought you in tears for years,
useless in our abuse, an excuse for entertainment
at the merriment of no one save we two
and we knew the outcome, always the same
the shame in the unfought defeat,...

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It was Hemingway 
  early

And Dickinson
   late

Those early 
  exposures

The trail of 
  my wake

No bar left 
  unvisited

Or brawl left 
  unfought

No school that could
  ...

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It was Hemingway 
  early

And Dickinson
   late

Those early 
  exposures

The trail of 
  my wake

No bar left 
  unvisited

Or brawl left 
  unfought

No school that could
  ...

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