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Nate D. Poem
The Malkavian..Part 1
His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming
The doctors sent in talked of hope and healing
The drugs administered only made him more demented
Cementing the feeling, that his life is just an echo
Of the endless, timeless, all consuming screaming
His best friend is a dis-proportioned bird appropriately named Buddy
Who’s monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being
Though not potent enough to stop the persistent pounding of the screaming
Often he stared into the emptiness of nothingness contemplating the beauty of its
existence
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite define
It's hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles haven’t dropped to the appropriate
level
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters
Madmen mask madness in mindless task of mass mayhem
It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor
Circumventing the system that couldn't’t save him
He was as he always had been and would be
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy
Just in need of some freedom from his prisons and medications
Meditations and mantras had given him a sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming and maybe even end it
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Four years preparing and plotting the perfect moment of promise
A fire formed from a single flame fueled by an accelerant
Raced through the halls up the walls and killed all the residents
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what seemed like and instant
Such little time to search through the bodies looking for a single person
He found her on the fourth floor clinging to the bathroom faucet
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of nurse Denise
And to his amazed mind he was astonished to find the screaming was silenced
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A Certain Kind Of Death
She was in love
Their expression of it
Was the perfection of it
The way they shared
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination
Of their dedication
Today she is pregnant
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings
Then the phone rings
At the hospital
Next to her dead husband
How is the possible
Why did this happen
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken
She still had a piece of him
She had to be strong
For their child
Even though he was gone
She had to march on
Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing
No rhyme or reason
For complication
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb
Lacking strength and power
It only lived an hour
She could only scream
No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give
No reason to live
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them
She racks her brain all day
Trying to find a way
To keep them fresh and vibrant
It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling
Saw them moving
So she bought all they had
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed
Longing for the dead
She put the worms in her womb
And pretended her baby was alive
Her days where filled with joy
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish
Every moment of everyday
A happy family
For everyone to envy
She wasn’t alone anymore
She was no longer ripped and torn
Her evenings were horrifying
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying
She never once heard it crying
Never got to hold it in her arms
Failed to keep it from harm
She was useless
She was helpless
She should have died too
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her
She decided one day
To keep her baby
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain
She decided on a name
She can barely move now
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing
She can feel his life pulsating
She gave birth before she died
And David was the only one that cried
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Lacing
My face
With the intoxicating embrace
Of your taste
Knowing
Your mine
Sets shivers
Swimming
Down my spine
Take my time
Let it glow
Before
It shines
I’m blinded
By your grace
Gonna trace
Your lines
Burn
The memory
Into my mind
X
Marks the spot
Of every dirty thought
I’ve got
Of you
Unleash
The beast
For the feast
That is you
Gonna savor
The flavor
Of your favor
Let it linger
Like a singer
Hitting
The last note
Send an emote
Or a text
If you want to know
What comes next
p.s.
Kisses
On your neck
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An explosion
Of sensation
Sinking in
Swimming through my skin
Up my spine
Around my mind
Take me in
I am yours
Open doors
Pristine shores
Makes me soar
Lost years
fighting wars
Found my fears
Cried my tears
no longer whole
Lost control
Ate my soul
Wasting dryness
Too much slyness
your my highness
Overflowing
with your glowing motion
drowning in
your perfect ocean
didicated to p.d. my queen of everything
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Hey P.D.
You think you can compete with me
But you can’t take the heat
Get out of my kitchen
Go back to your easy bake oven
I am a master chef
Dicing and slicing
As I cut my lines
Like a coke addict
Out of his mind
You think you can cook
But your stuck on my hook
And can’t stop staring
Hey babe
Want to know what I’m wearing
Don’t worry I ain’t sharing
Once I’m through
Putting you in your place
Its all for you
Just letting you know
You’re the catcher
I’m the pitcher
Hey love
Like the feel of my ball
In your glove
I can throw all day
So I hope your ready
For a steady
Meal of my ways
Just roll over
And give it up
Even though you’re my lover
You ain’t got enough
don’t make me get rough
Trying to hold back
What you cant contain
Got me on your brain
Making you insane
Come on auspice
Just give me this
Tell me I am the greatest
And kneel at my feet
And admit defeat
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I don’t need to be a farmer
To know life is hard work and sacrifice
I don’t need to be Gandhi
To know peace is the only way
I don’t need to Martin Luther King Jr.
To have a dream of unity
I don’t need to be a samurai
To know that honor is expressed daily
By meeting ones responsibilities
With determination and care
I don’t need to be Mother Teresa
To Know it is our responsibility to lift up others
I don’t need to be Jesus
To Know right from wrong
And always do the right thing
I don’t need to be Buddha
To know one should always strive
To be logical and emotionally sound
I don’t need to be the devil
To know the weakness of men
I don’t need to be the Anti-Christ
To see our future
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~69~ /zodiac sign/
There once was a hermit crab named Nate
Who enjoyed the solitude of his hate
Meeting a lovely lady
A sexy Texan, name P.D.
Finding true hate, trying to online date
(Zodiac Sign Contest)
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*Silent grave yard*
Calm,dry,stale air
no one comes to visit here
dead and forgotten
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*Earth Core*
Hungry hearts collide
sweet love under a full moon
earths core is spinning
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*Mix Breed*
Fangs break through your flesh
your blood flows into my veins
vamperic embrace
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*Drive by*
Stars sprinkle the sky
the moon shows its full splendor
I hate collage kids
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*Tree Top*
Swaying with the wind
natures greatest rain dancers
dancing for heaven
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*Rain Killers*
Death do to wet air
dry throats gasping for water
thunder cries for them
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*Tender*
Baby crying out
let me soothe and comfort it
back into the pot
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*Gurrr Me*
Venom racing through
body reacts and stiffens
I want to STRIKE you
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~P.D. Going Haiku Crazy Contest~ coming soon
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She writes me letters
That go on forever
Making me light as a feather
If it was anyone else
I would show them the door
But she always has me back for more
Never a sleeper or a bore
Drawn in, captivated
She has me like no one before
She has a way
Everyday
To make me react
I remember every fact
Likes and dislikes
Favorite colors
No matter how I try
The only way I can describe her
Is in words that end in y
to my sexy sultry lovly p.d.
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Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Linda Marie is a very nice and special BBF.
She gives us all her cheers and still has some left
She offers support, even when she is mad or sad.
She offers us hope, when things for us are bad
She welcomes everyone she can from the start
Giving you her warm smile like a true SWEETHEART
Never does she show us the meaning of negative
Writes about God and all the warmth he can give
Now that she has a new life with her husband
I prey for her happiness that comes with her wedding band
Reading our poetry without blindness
Leaving nice and sincere comments from her kindness
She has a gorgeous and delightful spirit, like a beautiful swan
Never forgets us when we are not logged on
Just a fair warning about this bomb shell
She really is nice but still a bat out of hell
Wishing her the very best
her comments simply are not like he rest
Linda Marie you are such a dear
Always in the center of our sphere
Your charms connect when it comes to dots
Your brightness exceeds over 100 watts
To the one poetess who made me part of her bbf group
Our...........Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
-SKAT'S contest
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