Short Spitted Poems
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Under the rug it goes
So nobody else will know
Under the rug it goes
Safe, beneath trodding toes
Under the rug is safe
For an unspoken mistake
Under the rug there’s pain
And spitted, rotten, distain
Under the rug where secrets travel
The fibers insure, nothing unravels
Form:
Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life
He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife
How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said.
The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red.
I did not know that you were alive, he admitted.
No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted.
Ollie was not in the forgiving mood at all.
He sent that knife packing, down the hall.
have gone through
Many murders
Throughout my life
Cold-blooded,
Savage and heart-wrenching.
Heart lost it's zeal
But the one that
Made me to
Live in a mausoleum
Without getting died
Is thy love
Dagger of ur
Love pierced my flesh
Ate my ligaments
And spitted the remnants
Like a devouring wolf
Don't murder me with
Thy love...
Coz,i have already lost
The chime of my voice
When u losed the key
To open my heart
Give me back my innocence,
I wasted in the journey
When blood trickled down my last breath,
Inquisitively, I have been asked..are you dead?
So that’s why they call me devil as I die last..
I never cried tears; it was the toxins that came out.
I never exhaled air it was the repentance of my soul…still cursed, still starved.
Condemned by my miseries, I still live
Spitted upon by my own sweat……
Yes! I still live in me,
Cause the devil dies last.