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Pussy.
Why the journey
to this extreme?
Where all achieved
illusions of self
are pounded down
in to the gravel
where the footsteps
are damn heavy.
Two young scoundrels
stopped and stared
as I walked
past them:
Intimidation tactics.
Who are these people
and what are they
prepared to do,
and for what?
All I know,
is that I am becoming
less and less;
this fear
that drives my creativity
is strangling me.
This is a plea
to an impossible god
as tears run down my face.
I am afraid.[/font]
to this extreme?
Where all achieved
illusions of self
are pounded down
in to the gravel
where the footsteps
are damn heavy.
Two young scoundrels
stopped and stared
as I walked
past them:
Intimidation tactics.
Who are these people
and what are they
prepared to do,
and for what?
All I know,
is that I am becoming
less and less;
this fear
that drives my creativity
is strangling me.
This is a plea
to an impossible god
as tears run down my face.
I am afraid.[/font]
Published 9th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
9th Jan 2010 8:55pm
I understand this feeling completely, as I'm incredibly paranoid and live in a constant state of fear. On the one hand it drives my creativity but on the other it's slowly killing me. The second stanza is beautiful; the perfect conveyance of that moment when you think you're about to be mugged or knifed or whatever, when in reality all that's happening is that two passers by have cast you a brief sidewise glance (if that).
9th Jan 2010 8:58pm
9th Jan 2010 9:55pm
Like this one. How it all starts with this small incident and does that thing they do in films; scopes out to the wider picture and everything is revealed in this big great moment. I think that's done really well. I especially like the last line.
Looks like we writing people need to get out more...
Looks like we writing people need to get out more...
9th Jan 2010 10:02pm
I this this poem is Fantastic... Extremely well written .
I agree With Jack and Merda..
Excellent piece... Astonishing... You should hold your head up high for this piece...
I agree With Jack and Merda..
Excellent piece... Astonishing... You should hold your head up high for this piece...
10th Jan 2010 1:41am
i like this poem on so many levels..first the title draws you in, well especially a guy:) but then you get into the piece and it is nothing you expect..and honestly this poem can relate to so many people and a plethera of topics..its well written and captivating.....
Anonymous
10th Jan 2010 1:50pm
in love with this poem Jamie,and i know this feeling all too well, fear of people, fear of the light itself.Your words bruise deep dear poet.
