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Poetry
She wondered if he
Were still alive, that
German soldier she’d
Seen shoot the Jewish
Girl in her dark-haired
Head; the way he just
Casually pointed
And pulled the trigger;
And for a brief still
Moment of time they
Were connected by
The act he’d just done
And her standing there
Having witnessed it;
An exchanged of eyes,
Nothing more; as if
He thought, what’s one Je...
05/03/2008 | 52 Hits | 3 comments |  (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
nothing will fix the pain
that you have caused this
tourtured soul, and
not even god can
make this life worth living
for you are the reason for
my never ending
pain
so many things went wrong
with all my feelings
finally somthing changed
you made things good again
made me realize i'm not really
alone anymore
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Poetry
Ring the Angelus
Bell Sister Lucy,
Feel the rope’s rough pull
Between the soft skin
Of your praying hands.
Smell deep the incense
Left over from mass,
When Father Joseph
With arthritic
Hands, lifted the host,
The Body of Christ,
Above his tonsured
Head; and where the bright
Sunlight shining through
The high windows, caught
The warm flagstone floor
Where the nuns all stood;
and you my ...
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Poetry
Beware of men,
Her mother said,
Beware of their
Promises like
Pauper’s pay; their
Vain desires;
Their downright lies;
Watch them when they
Seem most kind for
Other things are
On their mind, far
From you and what
You think; and take
Care, if out of
The blue, they buy
A special gift
For you, it may
...
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Poetry
When I know that you love me
The sky becomes bluer
The grass becomes greener
The sun becomes brighter
When I know that you love me
The birds sing louder
The flowers bloom bigger
The river runs smoother
When I know that you love me
People are friendlier
Money is unconcerning
All's right in the world
Right now
The grass is green, t...
05/01/2008 | 206 Hits | 8 comments | (5 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
They all lied.
Her father
Who thought he
Was God’s gift
Lied; her sick
Mother who
Only had
Two months to
Live also lied,
Her boozy
Big Brother
And his loose
Lover Lied;
Her silly
Sister who
Took drugs lied;
The priest who
Abused her
Lied; Her maths
Teacher who
Touched her up
Lied; her...
05/01/2008 | 93 Hits | 4 comments |  (3 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
It all ends here,
Her father said,
Here amongst these
Dead, where they’re laid
To rest amidst
The earth and worms,
And all other
Bacterial
Germs; and all their
Fine ambitions,
Desires, thoughts
Of tomorrow,
Laughter and tears,
All their high rank
Or low station,
Are left at this
Final dark door,
...
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Poetry
As a token of his love,
Glossy pearls white as dove;
To grace her swollen lips
From which he deftly slips,
And spills his passion from above.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It's shameful, this I know
But to suckle your big toe
Or to toungue it's salty tang,
Between my thighs, it sends a pang.
Just this and I shoot like a bow.
~*~*~*~*~...
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Poetry
Inspired by the song by Daniel Kallman
The great timber doors of the town's prison open before me.
Ba-da-dum
&nbs...
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Poetry
I know all the answers
I know what to do
Looking so good
But I'm nothing without You
They think I love You
They think I put You first
It's a lie, an act
I need You, it's my thirst
I come to You in trouble
I come when I am down
You pick me up
And hand me a crown
But then I turn away
And let them see me
Instead of showing them You
Who deserves all the glory
...
04/30/2008 | 107 Hits | 4 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
I'm so lost right now
I've turned away
I don't know what to do
I don't know which way
Is back where I was
I want to be back there
It was the best place I've ever been
But now I'm walking around without a care
I've done so much wrong
I've put so much before You
Guide me and teach me, O God
And tell me what to do
When I have a question
When I'm lost
Turn me to You...
04/30/2008 | 89 Hits | 3 comments | (6 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
This innocence is addled,
said he in satisfaction
as he probed, rather aggressively
the girl's sense of sexuality
as she lay there, waxing nostalgic
and rightfully so.
For she found this entire process
of hearts and heated hormones
as unlovely was was implied
by the curtness of that lie
that to her childhood was so sweet
and beautifully so.
That lo...
04/30/2008 | 87 Hits | 5 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
By Myself
Gripping tight this head of mine
Wondering why everything has become distorted in time
The littlest things you do
Everything you always are trying to prove
It irritates my skin
Makes the blood burn somewhere deep down within
And I can't control the anger in myself
Count to ten and I find myself in hell
I can't just se...
04/30/2008 | 98 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Counting the seconds till' death
Stirring in the nighttime, shot up on meth.
The light of the moon, hurts her skin,
Especially when she's smoked her heroine.
Stranded, alone in a parking lot.
Waiting for her dealer, to give her the pot.
Imagine being in the shoes of Vera Lane.
Sick and worried, dreaming about cocaine.
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Poetry
“Our love is forbidden” you told me. I never thought that those four words would tear me apart. For so long I had hoped to be with you forever, to touch you and to kiss you, forever. But that was the last thing you ever said to me before you left. I found out from a friend late august that you had gone to live with your aunt in Manitoba. I told myself that you would come back for me, that you loved me. But as time past I began to gi...
04/30/2008 | 81 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
I spend my time wrapped up in me, blinded by what I see.
My greedy love has a need to feed on a love denied. Who denied who?
I remember not. I know my encompassing misery wants specific company
But why drag my love through my muddy misery? Why force me into greater agony?
My love wants me for a friend while she runs to other men. So far pain has been my only gain.
I thought love was supposed to b...
04/30/2008 | 65 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
My thoughts my words my ideas
My instincts my feelings my pain
My guilt my fear my misunderstanding
My hurt my wildness my laziness
I think of words from ideas
I instinctually feel others pain
Their misunderstanding, their fear and guilt
My laziness brings a wild hurt
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Poetry
As I grow my world shrinks and I begin to think
Objects of my past diminish as I age fast
A couch to a small child is a jungle in which to go wild
A small child has so many places to hide
As we age, ourselves we begin to hide
My mind hides great things inside
Though my heart has be caused to divide
A mile wide
Memories confront me, confound me, constantly surround me
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Poetry
They're only Jews,
She remembered
Him once saying,
Herr Schultz, with that
Sly smile that he
Wore like a slim
Sunday suit, the
Stiff manner of
His thin body,
The nod of his
Square head. Only
Jews, as if that
Sentence were a
Dull blank cheque to
Cover the host
Of criminal
Atrocities
She witnessed that
Dark day and in
After years. And
What would have her
Being a Jew
Witness m...
04/30/2008 | 77 Hits | 2 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
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Poetry
Innocent
She can't help but wonder, staring at herself
If god ever really cared about her, unable to tell
As she glides her numb fingers along that painful tear
Along with those fingertips come the last bit of hair
Her eyes, no longer ones of gratitude
Instead her pain sets in at its greatest magnitude
For there was a time when her life wa...
04/29/2008 | 105 Hits | 2 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...
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