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Not Quite a Quickie
Forgive my hesitance
I wasnt always like this
there was a time
I felt like Optimus Prime
Though still a Lion
I tend to shy away, alone
particularly prone
suffering Post Traumatic Sex Syndrome
It wasnt Love that scarred my Brain
it was constant Rain - then abrupt Abstain
Tsunamis of tickles
ebbed to hand-holding trickles
feasts eclipsing Roman convivium
gave way to barren Somalian famine
I believe my appetite robust and healthy
I give, and hope to recieve, my sound philosophy
to where did mutuality recede?
what is it that blocks that most natural need?
I passed arduous tests, continued to invest
now I realize investment "matured" into something else
so here we sit, a Vesuvius now dormant
I lust in my mind, while fearing informants
the worst part of being reject-ee?
rejector`s decision effects unilaterally
I wasnt always like this
there was a time
I felt like Optimus Prime
Though still a Lion
I tend to shy away, alone
particularly prone
suffering Post Traumatic Sex Syndrome
It wasnt Love that scarred my Brain
it was constant Rain - then abrupt Abstain
Tsunamis of tickles
ebbed to hand-holding trickles
feasts eclipsing Roman convivium
gave way to barren Somalian famine
I believe my appetite robust and healthy
I give, and hope to recieve, my sound philosophy
to where did mutuality recede?
what is it that blocks that most natural need?
I passed arduous tests, continued to invest
now I realize investment "matured" into something else
so here we sit, a Vesuvius now dormant
I lust in my mind, while fearing informants
the worst part of being reject-ee?
rejector`s decision effects unilaterally
Published 11th Oct 2012
| Edited 12th Oct 2012
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11th Oct 2012 6:42pm
I don't really have a good grasp on your meaning because I feel like it's sacrificed for rhyme.
hi --
one great thing about poetry is Freedom --
but for poetic freedom, thankfully, there is no sacrifice!
The sacrifice made was usually in our actual lives : > )
I usually dont adhere to a strict rhyme scheme -
sometimes rhyme mid-line or in "like sounds"
sometimes I use words grammatically "incorrectly",
even make them up.....
in order to carry the flow -- or for emphasis --
I enjoy my freedom, actively : > ) thanks for reading
one great thing about poetry is Freedom --
but for poetic freedom, thankfully, there is no sacrifice!
The sacrifice made was usually in our actual lives : > )
I usually dont adhere to a strict rhyme scheme -
sometimes rhyme mid-line or in "like sounds"
sometimes I use words grammatically "incorrectly",
even make them up.....
in order to carry the flow -- or for emphasis --
I enjoy my freedom, actively : > ) thanks for reading
Anonymous
11th Oct 2012 7:11pm
I feel the meaning drivel.
Nice write!
Strider
Nice write!
Strider
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12th Oct 2012 6:29am
No never a quickie and dont be a reject-tee too...go with the flow, and allow it to blow into something more than just 'now'. Spontaneity is paramount....
