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Freedom

No more do i lay blame inward
for your crimes, i am absolved
I no longer wake in the night,
chilled by the hue of your
crawling touch and rasping breath.
I stand tall, the weight of prejudiced
guilt lifted from my shoulders,
and see you,
unhinged and foul.


Insignificant.

I am released.

 
 

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Through thinning raindrops

i see inside your world,

cold and wasted, it's an empty battlefield

left to moss.

Heartache, like blood,

is stained across the ground

and broken in the middle is you.

With shadows behind the glaze

in your eyes and cries

behind the lips you seal so tight.

You see nothing, hear nothing

only whispers and ghosts

in your roam...

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Workshop exercise of the month

A Skussle of Bips prowl through crumid darkness,
coniphany voices send thoughts of Partet.
The Glucker they seek is salmy
and filled with porm.
Foona-Plate is almost upon them
and soon fildew will be theirs.

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Crixus' story

A commodity caged, he fell to his knees
Dominus ruled and he wanted to please.

Bought for no more than a handful of coin
sent to the dungeons, the others to join.
A brotherhood forged from fear and regret,
his future unknown, his dreams were beset.
Trained by the whip of a battle scarred cur,
his might was impressive, his cost more than fair.
To the top of the arena he killed...

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My affliction.

Crawl out from under my skin,
it's beginning to hurt.
Silver on china, you abuse my ears
and i'm close to implosion.
The pins and needles you leave me
are cruel and undeserved.
You infect me.

You infect me.
Riddled with you,
you are the seizure that bites my tongue,
the sickness that plagues my thoughts
each night i'm alone.
The touch of your eyes burns,
i've too ma...

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Finality

  Black flowers on a

         bloodied heart,

     she lay herself to

                         rest.

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Footie haiku attempt

"Oh! It's com-ing home"
"England! out on penalties!"
"We were robbed out there."

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From organism to organasm

Destroyed and distorted,
they begin to rise again.
Evolved and mutated,
stronger and better than before.
Revenge in their crude minds,
they forge onwards.
Adapting, improving with time,
slow, as it passes.
The day approaches when they'll
stand up and get counted,
when the years of living ignored
are over and a new era begins.
They will take us all, blameless
though som...

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Reaverman

He calls himself The Reaver
to anyone that asks,
gleaning twisted pleasure
from all his dirty tasks.
They say he wears a black cloak
and holds a scythe of death,
i've felt him at my shoulder,
the warm stink of his breath.
I've heard him in the twilight,
whispering his lies,
taunting me and nagging
at the weakened me inside.
He says that he will take me,
regardless of m...

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my attempt at jackie hagans challenge thingy

the thief of childhood innocence
took flight and abandoned three
soldier boy, one to admire
took himself to crude gallows
saviour, lover, mine to hold
mirror image of paternal root
loving me despite my faults
false guardian, motivated by greed
damaged product of ignored years
one mans ruination left unheard
 

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Look out, there are murderers about.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
you know, she's going straight to Hell.
She sold her soul at ten years old,
and watched with smiles as they grew cold.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
killed the boys, enjoyed it well.
She watched them buried in the dirt,
gleeful with her own sick work.

Mary Bell, Mary Bell,
in their deaths she did revel,
until they got her in the stalls
and made her tell...

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Just a note

Hindsight follows blind-sight,
dark-light falls to bright white,
now the time's right to make the wrongs right
and for you and me to re-quite
our love.
 

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Contrary mary

Altogether seperate 'neath
a rainbow in a grey sky,
brilliantly dull concrete
and apathetic interest
growing.
Balanced insanity and
calculated risk guide
while organized chaos
continues as a matter of course.


 

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Perverse determination
in an immovable obstruction
with rapid undulation of
unwanted erudition.

Permanent deflation
of inflated aspiration
with self commiseration
and excuse of mitigation.

Round-about excursion
on a search for inspiration
with a futile operation
and a dead-end execution.

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Escapism

Route 66 in a car top-down
rock tunes loud and
sun-beat down.

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Blue hypnotic drawing me in,
seeing and knowing all of me.
Inviting, daring me to succumb,
predatory sexuality in her gaze,
she's waiting, enjoying the tease.

There's sadness behind her lust.
though buried and lost to time
it seared the edges of her heart
and made her cold.
She no longer knows how to love.

Her gaze has become hard
and defensive.
The playful challen...

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Pandoras box ( sort of )

Bloodied petals blanket the ground,
still, in the wind-less air.
Heat - shimmers waver the horizon,
confusing the eye and tricking the mind.
The tower stands like a filthy streak in the sky,
the disgusting truth concealed within.

Passage into the tower brought
devastation and suffering,
destruction of faith and love.
It damned his world.
Sordid revelations came to him,
...

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Riding slipstreams

Diffidence weighs heavy so she
clings onto coat tails and hopes for glory.
Desperation permeates while,
bleeding lore,  misplaced and laborious,
she fabricates mediocrity and assumes success.
She's myopic and unheeding,  rejecting negativity
with venom on her tongue and pushing forth anyway.
When inevitability occurs she'll pass blame,
insolently scapegoating and cruel.
Then s...

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Onyx eyes from watchtowers spy.

Apostles of the Dark One slink heavily
into my thoughts.
Echoing my fears, they torment me,
screaming into my very core.
Pure hatred rages through my blood,
sickening me yet bringing pleasure
and vitality.
They chose me.

Now my onyx eyes glint narrowly in
the darkness, hunting.
It's my turn, my chance of redemption
and He will reward.
All the sins of the world will be...

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Unplugged

Disconnect from the motherboard
you're burning out, starting to smoke.
Information overload, no thank you.
Pull the jack, 'cos you're gonna crash
you're getting jumpy, starting to stick.
Wear the power out, you're dyin' to.
Robotic, straight to the network,
direct to the mainframe, switched on.
You incessant drone,
buzzing through my shudders,
de-socket yourself from my wall...

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Silver spring

Snaking across rocks,
life-flowing.
Curves worn into stone
over continuing time.
Golden sun- flashes
spotlight,
as it etches it's
path forevermore.
Stories of history
hidden beneath,
sleeping, forgotten.
Meandering onwards,
lazy, pretty.
Going no-where.
Just there.

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Free time

Now that i've got some time to myself
i might sit down, read a book off the shelf.
Now that i've got some time just for me
i might relax with a nice mug of tea.
Now that i've got some time going spare
i might go to town and sort out my hair.
Now that i've got some time to kick back
i might call some friends and have a good chat.
Now that i've got some time up for bidding
i mig...

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Avon calling.

DING DONG!! Avon calling!!


Oh my, i've joined the club!
I'm one of Those women.
All lipstick and no sense.
Sing-song voice and perfect hair.
You know i've been,
my sickly sweet vanilla signature
still lingers in the air,
the cheery yellow calling card sat on the mat
to confirm.

Blimey!! A free sample!
Well, aren't you lucky?
Only the best customers get those.
A...

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Downpour

The rain cries empty tears on the window,
painting a watery catacomb on the glass
and pooling against the frame.
She sits looking through the lace-like wet,
a small doll on her lap.
It still holds the scent of her,
still bears the grey where she held her always.
Constant companions until
the storms came and changed everything.
When the levees broke and washed her away.
Now h...

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no title

i hope he comes soon,
he who rides the pale horse.
i'm tired of this place
and i can't anymore.
cold and heartless,
i am nothing
i am no-one.
 

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