Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Being self-centered is where balance is lost and you with it... -ed
daft
slumped over puffy-eyed
haven't cried for hours
wishing that burnt hair
smell would go away
don't forget the wings have teeth
crickets don't chirp
when they rub their feet
hammer down the sickle
I busted a hump doing that
or so I was told
but if I could see
through my eyelids
it wouldn't help
me give a shit
you can't lead water
to a camel
haven't cried for hours
wishing that burnt hair
smell would go away
don't forget the wings have teeth
crickets don't chirp
when they rub their feet
hammer down the sickle
I busted a hump doing that
or so I was told
but if I could see
through my eyelids
it wouldn't help
me give a shit
you can't lead water
to a camel
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-the weight
stale eyelids at half-mast
concealing carmine cracked sclera
palm pedestal, chin rests
gaunt fingers cradle hook jaw
against the grain
of five-o-clock shadow
the weight of his world
on toothache display
for the 'Beyond Mouth and Mind competition'
Poetry of the body: Forget what the mouth says, and the thoughts marshalled into words. This is about non-verbal communication. Talk with the...
concealing carmine cracked sclera
palm pedestal, chin rests
gaunt fingers cradle hook jaw
against the grain
of five-o-clock shadow
the weight of his world
on toothache display
for the 'Beyond Mouth and Mind competition'
Poetry of the body: Forget what the mouth says, and the thoughts marshalled into words. This is about non-verbal communication. Talk with the...
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dead heart waltz
wandering the way of the crow
she dances a dead heart waltz
in titanium heel louboutins
through taupe laden skies
outlined in vermillion hues
seeking acceptance
from the reflection
in the mirror
an unyielding desire
to be part of the slaughter
it is paramount
to her souls survival
feeding off painful loot
stolen from hearts of the damned
fruitlessly trying
to fill empty with empty ...
she dances a dead heart waltz
in titanium heel louboutins
through taupe laden skies
outlined in vermillion hues
seeking acceptance
from the reflection
in the mirror
an unyielding desire
to be part of the slaughter
it is paramount
to her souls survival
feeding off painful loot
stolen from hearts of the damned
fruitlessly trying
to fill empty with empty ...
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our dance
was much to short
I think
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our timing was off...
This style write is inspired by my friend Paul S...(dartford) he may have already written this very piece knowing him and his wit, but I'm not reading through 500+ poems to find out =)...
I think
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our timing was off...
This style write is inspired by my friend Paul S...(dartford) he may have already written this very piece knowing him and his wit, but I'm not reading through 500+ poems to find out =)...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by DiscipleofLife (Fenom)