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twitchtwitchtwitching
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:10:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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twitch twitchtwitchtwitch
Shiver and never know what i am you are feeling my fingertips are twitching, I can't feel them
blue faces in red in blue faces in red
and black is a sea in my festering head
Garbage cans grow and twist
I am very cold on my skin a dungeon of my home and never washed or cleaned
twitch twitchtwitchtwitching
Carpets are threadbare pacing and clenching unclenching of fists and sweat on my cheeks
only tears, these are the that I can ever muster, my
shake and shake and shake and tremble.
Rage is to fury turns to blood on my hands and a grin where you are dead in a lump and I am happy but somehow justice or revenge is as methamphetamines
love 'em love 'em
twitchtwitch twitching my fingers
it's eating me up, you destroy who I love and do I destroy you too to reconcile?
***** everything like he ***** you up and goddamn it can I hate a man so much?
Touched you with his fingers I wish to break in half Defiled you with eyes I will see on my blade
He used my toothbrush. 'This is elementary.
twitchingtwitchingwtitching loveyourbloodmyfistsareitching
***** this poem. Don't ever meet me.
For your own good, don't ever speak to her again. Don't make me get arrested over you cuz i will
You crushed the rose in my lapel wished and wish to taste it's juices?
My flower and my beauty my life is worthless but hers is mine so you've ***** with me.
What a bad idea.
twitchingtwitchingtwitchingshaking eyes are wild enraged and enfuriated
I'm tearing apart to do the same to you. Good Sir, you've twenty years and more of bottled anger to come ripping down your door.
This isn't a ***** game. I've let this consume me to your misfortune.
My crysanthemum and her tulips all under your pesticide and they are on her and so are you
as well as the world and her kneecaps are breaking she's dying hardly crying and never in my arms because of you
I'm worthless like you. And we've got nothing in common.
shakingtrembling imbleedingfrommyearsandicanttasteit
Oust a moment of undressing. Repavings. Shhh... It's not coming of age, This is pure lust by an old wall soil catches grasses too young to imagine sun pass into night What is the future to you? An opera Bones below. Trembling at a festival in your honour. Fiddle Player bemused to silence Clowns. Streetside Ghosts, ((your pain))
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SensitiveSoAbused
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2005-11-14 20:10:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: twitchtwitchtwitching
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:34:08 PM AEST (User
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I am astounded !! Damn! but this was good. Your poetry is so
unique, and I don't always get it, but this ... this was brilliant!!
So full of anger and loathing and malice, and yet so expertly
expressed. This was a remarkable piece. I'm just sorry it had
to be inspired by something so vile.
Great job on this one. Excellent, excellent job !! *****
~Breezy |
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Re: twitchtwitchtwitching
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostinmyself on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 08:35:45 PM AEST (User
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This is one of those poems that I read, and I have no idea what to write on it...and I watch it go down the page, with only a few comments, and I hope that it's just because everyone is as stunned as I am, and have no idea what to say in a comment, and fear they will just end up rambling, just like I am now.
Lol...
Lane, I love this, it is..powerful, and very real. I know you, I can tell how upset you are, but I must say, this is a really great poem.
A fantastic write,
*hugs*
Phil xxx |
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