Monday morning means I am in a lemon-sucking mood,
Twisting the corners of my mouth around bitter words
That would sound better in an accent without twang,
One that sounds pretty and posh and round on the lips.
One curled with the contempt of an upper class grin.
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Nothing is worth a damn if hatred doesn’t stain the wood.
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Hatred is no foul thing but a friend, an obsessive personality
Bent like an unusable board of timber promising to snap.
All these words, these thrumming thoughts of misfortune,
Only serve to feed the drum of madness pounding fists
Against the glass, trying to escape the jail of good intent.
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The obsession is the madness, the madness is the hunger.
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What am I but a cloud of mist caught between the desire
To lap up the sins leaching out of the unsteady pine board
And the incessant hunger to press my lips to the source,
Open my throat and my soul and my legs to the contempt
And let it fill me until nothing remains but a foreign pulse.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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A metaphor for sin/ temptation perhaps?? Honestly, your creativity just amazes me!! I'm constantly eating out of the palm of your hand (I hope you washed 😅)!! This one was dark and delicious!!
Nice
That last stanza? I liked it literally but not so much in the way it made me feel. That's no bad thing.
I have no idea but those last two lines ready quite filthy in my mind. Maybe that's me? As ever, you paint really impressively in-depth word pictures that make it easier to see the abstract elements of your poems. I felt that this was a love poem, but not in the more direct and obvious way. There is a lot of contempt, maybe? That might be too harsh. Loved it...as ever! One of the poets I wish I could write as well as on this platform - that's you!