- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Murder Me
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What we began in an instant is not over
what we felt at that meeting cannot be lost
what was once is always an endless circle
one hundred years of solitude you'll find
when you come around to the beginning
you'll hear the words again clearly
you'll smell the jasmine in the air
you can pretend that you don't see
but your soul will be laid bare
forget what you knew of living
this farce that has transpired
don't ignore that ink stain there
it's color matches your soul
a dark uncaring black that decays
a drink of almond tasting poison
sluicing through your veins
you poor misfortunate man child
cry out again in vain
the angels are not listening
and your momma's left again
woe begotten son of shit
scream again in fright
I love that tone of voice
take you kicking by your hair
through the hallways of time
yesterday was an illusion
today you are just mine
at the end of our little trip
I'll let just one finger slip
nails long as claws will rend
jagged edged and poison tipped
sharp as steel or maybe tounge
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 19 years agocan you write! Whoa! This is wild!
I am definitely one for punctuation, but it's amazing how smooth this poem was without it. You did fabulous! The only line that I stumbled upon was
"take you kicking by your hair"
My Erotic Taleabout 19 years agointeresting poem! certainly gripping~ a tad bit of FIRE in it <grin>
