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Bare Knuckler

Contributed by norticus on Wednesday, 8th October 2003 @ 11:33:51 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



Blood mixes with spit. Your punch hit the mark well.
My power's not spent, so prepare to taste hell.
My fingers are clenched in their own private pain.
My arm lunges with the full weight of a train.

Smash! quick first left, now right.
Pummel your body with an animal's sight.
You block, you jab, now uppercut, swing.
You are my santa and toys of pain you bring.

Our eyes meet for an eternal moment in time.
We see our horrors and then conceal the crime.
Empathy has no place between us.
We are companions sharing antitrust.

Crack says your nose. Splash goes your blood.
Slam goes my fist. You go down with a thud.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
That's it - end of fight. Get up friend; we're done.

But you didn't get up. What's this I see?
That's not my opponent... Oh my god! That's me!
What have I done? Did life end so quick?
I was in no accident. I'm not even sick!

My dreams are done and so is the fight.
So drive safely, tip your bartender, goodnight!

jz





Copyright © norticus ... [ 2003-10-08 11:33:51]
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Re: Bare Knuckler (User Rating: 1 )
by bhavnas on Wednesday, 8th October 2003 @ 02:17:03 PM AEST
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a wonderful write.......


Re: Bare Knuckler (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 8th October 2003 @ 02:40:52 PM AEST
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WOW that was pretty wicked
great write tho
Putter


Re: Bare Knuckler (User Rating: 1 )
by Candi on Thursday, 18th December 2003 @ 12:42:15 AM AEST
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i give this poem a 5 for uniqueness and creativity. it brought back memories except for the part where it was u. i cant say that ever happened. thankyou for sharing your talent with me.




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