Short Convulsions Poems

the heart annealed
  in velvet convulsions~
                    first love...

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gestures of irony
convulsions of language
limitless
infinite
peculiar
...timeless...

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gestures of irony
convulsions of language
limitless
infinite
peculiar
...timeless...

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The storm roars and exhale
                                              is it Mother Earth last convulsions
                                                               12.21.2012...

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Me? Mature??! Ha! I still laugh when
The ketchup bottle “farts”... into convulsions I descend
Immature you say
From reality I stray
Giggle when I see a lady's skirt tucked up in her rear end...

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Creation
slips off firm gyration,
Stark convulsions, wildly fluctuate.

Where fanatic zealots refuse to deviate
when the blare of trumpets finally obviate
any need for recourse for the dead?

Watch the moon, rusting red.
Feel the dread....

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I am 
The moon 
The fluid dam 
You throw ash at me 
Like a volcano sore 
From the ancient deep of core 
Time melt your memory 
Into liquid convulsions 
What trace of me in rocks 
Was there for observations 
Is gone from broken bonds and locks 
Of love the murmurers broke away 
Your fire can only be one eruption 
Long. I have many cycles in songs 
And will return when ash falls away...

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I am 
The moon 
The fluid dam 
You throw ash at me 
Like a volcano sore 
From the ancient deep of core 
Time melt your memory 
Into liquid convulsions 
What trace of me in rocks 
Was there for observations 
Is gone from broken bonds and locks 
Of love the murmurers broke away 
Your fire can only be one eruption 
Long. I have many cycles in songs 
And will return when ash falls away...

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I did not bid you come
Nor will I call again
The door to freedom
Is the privacy of pain.

So what stirs me awake
In dead sweat of night
What convulsions shake
My memory from flight?

These walls cannot prevent
Images repeating
The predator do not relent
Me, starkly fleeting.

You come and go at will
From nightime to day
On streets or on window sill
I cannot turn away....

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Do you know the pain inside

It holds me prisoner as I hide

Crippling strains I cannot shake

Cries of horror and moans I make

Aches of discomfort that follow me around

Cramps of agony that bring my knees to the ground

Stinging throbs and a torturous prick 

Convulsions twinge of a distressful crick

With torment and burning of my injury

Irritation and sadness of a living agony...

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She slipped into convulsions
no one seemed to understand
until her loving mother
took her by the hand

Her body shaking wildly
while lying on the floor
depressing of the tongue
saves her life & more

Some have disabilities
not apparent to us all
silently through the years
upon us they befall

Searching for the cure
or treatments to help out
a selfless love for others
is what life’s all about...

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I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind

I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know...

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Morning rays
Ebbing bays
Harlunger of
A fruitful phase

Butterfly flutters
To unidate a morning chatter
Unfurls its wing
A heel of rainbow
Sits on the cup
Share the nectar sip 
A touch divine 
Ensures you are fine 
A flutter of joy
O! that
Blush on cheeks cay

A journey of love making
Initiates convulsions rainy
Shower of Love
O! that
Lasting Pieruen spurs
Snowy touch
Blissful so much

Love eternal
After tornadoes nocturnal....

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stuck in a floating sensation, catatonic.
electrical impulses, weightless like water.
breathing, scarf to keep warm.
excitement dying down.
convulsions,beautiful convulsions.
reminders of why action is needed.
filling empty space with nothing,
nothing but wasted oxygen, breathing.
something grabbing hold, tightly.
dragging down into darkness.
the light dims, forget about the light.
battery dies, theres is no light.
shut the door, to keep out the warmth....

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She said it didn’t hurt
Some words may lie parched
along with the 
collage
…but it doesn’t hurt

It feels like
the beginning of something,
Like when a breeze flew her hat
your way
Or when the unlikeliest
of human scent
parted a sea

It didn’t hurt

How could it possibly hurt…
When each painful wave
restores a smile,
And each smile
repeats…
To think of hurt
when tears render words timeless
And time itself consents 
to peaceful convulsions…
requires that it hurt...

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did they say I was,
high and bad strung,
muscular convulsions were going awry,
it was deep inside,
skin was yet plain and clean,
they said it would have,
rashes before anything could relax,
and turn red and would also get strung,
mind also probably was convulsed,
it did not know that it too was strung,
would it be fatal,
for now,
or if it happened again and again,
why did I get strung,
no I cannot think,
as mind is strung,
and gets more so,
if I think how I got strung....

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