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Array ( [sid] => 160208 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bad Monkey [time] => 2010-05-28 23:16:11 [hometext] => [bodytext] => there is only this & that. . .
all else is a conjuring of the two

of this, I am quite certain
& that, well that is a fact. . .

& while I am surprised with this
maybe that will scratch my back



it's only that, a dulcet spot
but this itch is so o o o intense. . .
a stunner. . . & a spoiler. . . a definite ill fit.


I took a meager offering
& gladly met the day
all roads led to this, finally
that was heart-aches way. . .







~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~










I've lied, so to my brokenness. . .


lulled up flight after flight of apprehension,
each step

e a s i e r / h a r d e r

than the

n e x t / l a s t

my soul confessing that it cannot be alone
does not want to own the sum of it's own glitter
cannot dwell in the infinite

s i l e n c e

















apologies. . .


I've left so much. . . u n d o n e



. . . a m
. . . a l w a y s
. . . . . l e a v i n g



















(& using up the band-aides)



















except - no one notices

















monsters are out there . . . y e s
but they are on the inside, too
forever pressed into the corners that you wish weren't darkened. . . so. . .

. . . c l o s e

to the surface. . .
I can feel them clawing out beneath my pores
breathing. . . hot. . . between the sheets
turning. . . turning

. . . t u r n i n g

the bedbugs into bedsores or
clearly, that other laughter
w h e r e I do not want to sleep



[comments] => 5 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 66 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
Bad Monkey

Contributed by elle on Friday, 28th May 2010 @ 11:16:11 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



there is only this & that. . .
all else is a conjuring of the two

of this, I am quite certain
& that, well that is a fact. . .

& while I am surprised with this
maybe that will scratch my back



it's only that, a dulcet spot
but this itch is so o o o intense. . .
a stunner. . . & a spoiler. . . a definite ill fit.


I took a meager offering
& gladly met the day
all roads led to this, finally
that was heart-aches way. . .







~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~










I've lied, so to my brokenness. . .


lulled up flight after flight of apprehension,
each step

e a s i e r / h a r d e r

than the

n e x t / l a s t

my soul confessing that it cannot be alone
does not want to own the sum of it's own glitter
cannot dwell in the infinite

s i l e n c e

















apologies. . .


I've left so much. . . u n d o n e



. . . a m
. . . a l w a y s
. . . . . l e a v i n g



















(& using up the band-aides)



















except - no one notices

















monsters are out there . . . y e s
but they are on the inside, too
forever pressed into the corners that you wish weren't darkened. . . so. . .

. . . c l o s e

to the surface. . .
I can feel them clawing out beneath my pores
breathing. . . hot. . . between the sheets
turning. . . turning

. . . t u r n i n g

the bedbugs into bedsores or
clearly, that other laughter
w h e r e I do not want to sleep







Copyright © elle ... [ 2010-05-28 23:16:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Bad Monkey (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 28th May 2010 @ 11:51:26 PM AEST
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You have one of the most amazing minds.

Random Thought:

This and that were running through the Griffin house. They ran upstairs and ditched themselves into Chris Griffin's room, when out of nowhere that monkey from the closet appears. Scary. Smile!

Another Random Thought:

Words float in the air...in the sky sometimes just within reach...sometimes far above. You have a way of nailing them every time with such perfect aim, while some of us muddle our away around like we're lost in the darkness. Reaching and feeling our way through with no good results. This is never you. Smile!



Re: Bad Monkey (User Rating: 1 )
by elle on Saturday, 29th May 2010 @ 04:43:43 PM AEST
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I feel I need to clarify that this is supposed to be posted under drug ( & other addictions ). smiles~ elle


Re: Bad Monkey (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Monday, 31st May 2010 @ 01:18:02 PM AEST
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Hi Elle,

This kind of monkey does tricks - harmful ones!

What a dark and painful insight into the shadowy
realms of addiction.

Well put together.

Tommy


Re: Bad Monkey (User Rating: 1 )
by slay797 on Wednesday, 14th July 2010 @ 02:21:40 AM AEST
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great poem your format is creative and the poem moving


Re: Bad Monkey (User Rating: 1 )
by ming on Tuesday, 24th August 2010 @ 09:19:08 AM AEST
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Your use of words astonds! Love love love. :)

does not want to own the sum of it's own glitter
cannot dwell in the infinite

s i l e n c e


ming




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