| familiar bloodscent.
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Aziel
| choking on that scent | 1 |
hidden behind your ear | 2 |
sweet, smoky potpourri, | 3 |
disarmingly delicious, | 4 |
it enveloped my senses | 5 |
and sent it to me | 6 |
with a two cent stamp | 7 |
three weeks later | 8 |
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my untied sneakers | 9 |
still dangle | 10 |
from barked harshness | 11 |
while fanatical endeavors | 12 |
based on withered memory | 13 |
leave me with | 14 |
ashy, knobby knees | 15 |
that your moist lipped kisses | 16 |
can no longer cure | 17 |
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those very sneakers | 18 |
had slammed against gravel | 19 |
running full speed into | 20 |
the stinging understanding | 21 |
of what was | 22 |
and | 23 |
what will be | 24 |
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i used to enjoy | 25 |
every snicker | 26 |
the embers now consume, | 27 |
now angry, hushed, | 28 |
the taste of breath | 29 |
against pressured tongues | 30 |
is the icing on the cake | 31 |
though the writing on the wall | 32 |
will always be the cherry | 33 |
taunting me, | 34 |
on the verge of bullying | 35 |
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i took it personally | 36 |
delving into myself | 37 |
for the strength you took with you | 38 |
while parts of me harangued | 39 |
for retribution | 40 |
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inhale | 41 |
exhale | 42 |
rinse, repeat until the obsession subsides | 43 |
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wow. such a strong poem. keep up the great work
— onyx12098
Rage is life, wild, the fire of a thousand shunts driving you against someone who must be destroyed.
— Cerulise
I love fortune cookies. ;D
— Aziel
obsessions never subside, they just refocus.
— raskolniikov
I'm realizing that slowly. Thank you.
— Aziel
RAGE IN [T]HIS AGE | AGE IN [T]HIS RAGE
fractalcore
against the machine
we stomp we kick
ass we imagine
of those we loath
we drop a penny a quarter
a dime, damn dozen
no water for the thirst
run for life or run
for position --
what's the point?
what's in or the
question?
public face, integrity
always a collition
pub[l]ic hair unkempt
or otherwise
no votes for no reason
be wise.
written 07/05/08
http://poetrycritic al.net/read/49268/
thanks, Aziel.
: )
— fractalcore
make that
RAGE IN [T]HIS AGE | AGE IN [T]HIS RAGE
fractalcore
against the machine
we stomp we kick
ass we imagine
[of] those we loath
we drop a penny a quarter
a dime, damn dozen
no water for the thirst
run for life or run
for position --
what's the point?
what's in or the
question?
public face, integrity
always a collition
pub[l]ic hair unkempt
or otherwise
no votes for no reason
be wise.
written 07/06/08
http://poetrycritic al.net/read/49268/
thanks, Aziel.
: )
— fractalcore
great poem, btw.
sorry about my doodles.
: )
— fractalcore
[loath should have an "e" at the end.]
: )
— fractalcore
:3 No problem, I enjoyed your doodles.
— Aziel
iiiiiiii eye candy
— Liliana
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