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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#40) The Coquette
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Monday, July 19, 2010. Say you don't like anybody else,. Here's the book, swear by it. Don't lie to me, you know it. Will shatter me inside. You, insensitive, it makes little. Difference to me anymore, the. Words you say, they once used to toss. My feelings about in a salad bowl,. Or on a dark ocean, those days. Have long passed, gone-. For the truth of time has surfaced,. And I was right from the beginning. Pull off the cloak, tell me everything. I Ink My History. Pleas...
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#44) Desperation
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Tuesday, August 17, 2010. Seeping from every pore on your skin. The sands of time tip the scales of possibility. The virus, when unchecked gradually. Leads the host to retardation, and. When goals close in, the soul. Panic overtakes the mind, a brooding. Concoction of frustration, stress and confusion. That demon will make you drink it. The days past were let slip,. The jail guard with no vigilance nor. Discipline, the hours escaped free. Drench my clothes further-.
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#50) Boire De L'amour
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. 50) Boire De L'amour. Sweet love oh sweet drunk. The drink I cling to. Petty waves of poison beneath;. Rose essence for the bitters. Ice to keep it cool and. Those words burn and intoxicate with. A clouding vapour that numbs the mind;. Slice a lemon, we'll hide it all with contrasting zest. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Ink My History. Hello, welcome to Poet'sPensive. I hope you enjoy my literature,. 169;Gerard Alexis since 2010.
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#46) Trauma Response From The Restricted Past
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Tuesday, August 31, 2010. 46) Trauma Response From The Restricted Past. Flash tundra, emerge, my knees buckle,. Losing balance, my heart's veins tangle up,. The mind trips over the frost covered plains. The gravity within is no longer stable. The ground shakes violently,. The snow cuts deep into the skin. The vertebrate is stung by frostbites-. Cripples the entire structure of the. Host, those words are kryptonite. They are poison, they are glass shards. I Ink My History.
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#37) Leaving, Room #07-02
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Sunday, July 11, 2010. 37) Leaving, Room #07-02. Waterfall, waterfall, memories. Smash it, break the brittle glass. Like an emergency, but neither emerging nor. Desperate, pass me the hammer now,. I want to see the shards fall myself. Curses, every shard will be sharp. It will cut and scratch my face as I. Shatter the images, this ghastly. Haunting which I will not partake of. Ever again. Let the fragments. Pierce my skin, let it tear me up. Any corner of this room.
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#38) Leave Me Alone
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Monday, July 12, 2010. 38) Leave Me Alone. Stir the ghosts of past. I've woken them up. And they revisit, angry. Choked, I cannot breathe. Stubborn stain, get off me. It is not a blood smear. Spare me, you demons. I have had enough suffering. Loving you, then a dream. Your exit was murder. Your friend tortured my mind. It was all planned from the beginning. Selfish, a lesson learnt. Never to give your full heart. To an insatiable beast. It will only continue to. All text...
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#42) Beast, Husband, Man
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Sunday, July 25, 2010. 42) Beast, Husband, Man. I will cloak my heart to have a woman. Like you, just you, I prepared the lines to say. I will fix my eyes on you alone, staring. To make you feel secure, as part of the plan. I will mint my breath to make my. Promises sweet, then a kiss. I will seduce you until you say yes. To marry the black figure of me. I have bought us a house, as planned. Within lies a bed, white linen,. All laid out, ready. That way my ejaculate.
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#36) Only You Know
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Friday, July 9, 2010. 36) Only You Know. Angel, I'll die to have you whisper the. Little things I want to hear, things only. You can say to capture me, hold me. Spellbound-breath, you enthrall me-. Secretly, as the poet keeps your name safe, he. Always wants you by his side, just in love. Charm me, spin my feelings into a mess, my. Heart's in a disarray, I feel helpless around you. Oh my dear girl, I miss you so much! What must I do to have you? I Ink My History. Pray, t...
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Confessional poetry, not the box.: (#1) A Short Story
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Confessional poetry, not the box. Friday, July 30, 2010. 1) A Short Story. If I gave life a metaphor,. It wouldn't be a thick, thick book,. It wouldn't be fairytale nor fancy,. They just don't fit all the time, you know? If I gave life a metaphor,. It would be a short, short story,. One bursting with energy. To the last period on the last page. Say, for example,. Little boy went to school,. Eyes brimming with the glance-at-everything. Bright green shirt, dark blue shorts,. The crown on his innocent head -.
