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Jackie
It's a small world after all;
My doctor the abortionist,
my wife the county call.
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Literature
I Gave a Shit
You are what I love the most
about the world in which I live.
You also are the reason why
I find it hard to give
two shits.
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Literature
As the World Turns
Swill on its Brow.
Fluid motions,
'Round its Catatonic seams.
Blunt objects, Bludgeoning.
Soul pirates, Plundering.
Tectonic Rumblings
in the Hearts of broken Soldiers,
Wishing that Tales spun
could be downed with ease as Water.
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Literature
Slapdash
Slaves to the soul, we are.
All, are we, destined,
for bare bones,
and broken homes.
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Literature
Toyalty
I will sleep with fishes,
and dine with kings,
while terrible angels
deep inside me sing;
I long to inhale
that sweetest of smells,
but alas,
how unfortunate I am,
that I,
will never again
see the whites of her eyes.
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Literature
I Sleep with Fishes
I wish I were a Hollywood starlet.
With all the allure of a harlot.
With legs like miles,
eyes like isles,
and morals
that know nothing
of shame.
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Literature
Night
Eyes. 
Wide. 
Wide open. 
Unblinking. 
The line is long to see me. 
Like a circus show. 
I am the main attraction. 
Come little monkeys,
Come and see.
Gee, I wonder what the main event,
Has gone and left to me?
It's almost sickening,
The game,
Of tug-o-war with golden rings. 
With trinkets, baubles, shiny things. 
I am so very tired,
Please,
Just let me have my rest. 
The show is over,
Leave me now
And promise to be on your best. 
Those cuff links aren't yours. 
Put them back. 
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Literature
Midday
I am 38 years old. 
I haven't been shooting in God knows how long,
And I miss it. 
The thrill of the hunt. 
The intense satisfaction
Of unloading my clip 
Into a semi-willing target. 
Now that clip is filled with hollow points. 
Only the occasional full metal jacket gets through. 
Nobody is impressed with impotent bullets. 
No child will let me teach them that art.
I am 38 years old,
And I am so very lonely. 
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Literature
Morning
Blink. 
Blink. 
Soft light. 
Faces.  
Faces I will love. 
Faces I will defy. 
Faces that will, 
Long before I will,
Die. 
Mother. 
Father. 
Tyrant. 
Scum. 
Brother. 
Sister. 
Druggie. 
Bum. 
One look is all it takes
To know I'm destined
For mistakes. 
One look at this awful lot,
And I can't help but weep. 
But tempting as it is to run,
They are mine,
I am their son. 
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Literature
Run
Roar
Goes he.
And whimper,
Goes she.
His hard calloused hands
Know nothing of mercy.
It's quite alright, though,
For dinner was late,
And she understands why he does it.
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Literature
Euphemism
The blinds are drawn,
If only a bit,
And her shadowy figure is bare.
Light passes through steam
Like ghosts on my conscience,
And I can't help but notice her hair.
It flows down her back,
Down her shoulders and arms,
Her hips reach lightly to touch it.
The steam fills the darkness,
Jungle sweat in the night,
Her thighs glisten softly in the pale bulb.
How she tempts,
Waiting patiently,
Holding herself for my touch.
She strides toward the light,
Through the dense jungle sweat.
She crosses the gap between
Temptress and clean.
And for once in my life
Rationality leaves me,
As I open the window latch.
Climbing through slowly,
My footsteps like mice,
The thick of the air,
Gulped down.
The closer I get to the terrarium she's made,
That blinding sun bulb and that steam spawning rain,
The more I feel that this day is long due.
Immersed now,
In the new nature's light,
But she still doesn't notice,
For the thick jungle sweat.
The final approach
Is met with excitement,
And she screams with joy
At
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Literature
I Smell of Grease
He smells of grease.
Compliments of his 9 to 5.
Flip,
Wrap,
Bag,
Second window please.  
No rest.
If there's time for leaning,
There's time for cleaning.
And here I am.
Writing.
Looking down on this minimum wager.
Looking down on myself.
But it is not me.
Is it?
It couldn't be.
I am a writer.
This shmuck flips burgers,
Bags fries,
Smells of grease.
All the while thinking of his girl,
What he'll write about later,
What he would say,
If she could listen.
So.
It is me, then.
Funny.
I always thought I'd be a writer.
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Literature
The Calm Behind the Storm
Dancing shadows, but,
From where?
Their origins have gone and left me lonely.
Both the Sacred light,
And the object of my desire
On which that brilliant light is cast,
Have once again eluded my presence.
But, and I fear the worst of this,
It seems that the shadows keep without a host.
Simple spirits of a complex mess.
Oh, how I miss my Chaos..
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Literature
Tick... Tock...
And what are we all
If not just machines?
Sweet sweet chemicals,
Conniving in our veins,
In our hearts,
And in the ticking machines
Placed on stems
That take root
In the deepest parts of all
What are we all
If not just beauty
The colors
The melodies
The bloodshed and tears
Oh what are we all
If not tiny things
In a world not so nice
And by no means so tiny
I'll tell you what we are
If not just machines
But first you must answer me this:
Is there a difference,
Really?
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Literature
Taste
Too often would I love to forget
The eyes
The ears
The sweet winter smile
The skin
The colors
That hair for a mile
Too often I am plagued with desire
Of love lost
And friendship gone
Of tears I wish would come
Too often do I stop and think
Of why this motor runs
And all too often
This motor runs
And that is why I weep
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Literature
Sawyer
I miss the touch
That cold glance off my skin
The look
Like liquid gold
Like gentle tide pools
Teaming with life
Life
It was hers once
In her hands
For the taking
For the molding
For the destruction
Hers
But, now..
I can't go on
Only do I hope
That she may find
The ocean once again
And gentle tide pools
Once more brighten
That tumultuous beast
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Nitocolus Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the favs my friend :D
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MimiTrammell Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thankee for the fave!
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Velikorossiya Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for all the favorites, as always! :)
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TheUnlikelyPoet Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
And as always, not a problem haha
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Velikorossiya Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, when are you going to get an avatar?
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MimiTrammell Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you very much for the fave on 'Elwing"!
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TheUnlikelyPoet Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
No prob. I really like it lol. I do miss your poetry though
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MimiTrammell Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:)

I don't know when, but I am sure I will write more.
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nostalgicpavements Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2011
In a word, brilliant.
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You've been featured!
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