The road kill
of your thoughts
trips you up,
and spills you out
on hot asphalt
and bright pins,
and shards of black glass,
dug deep under your nails.
you spin and weave trouble
like spiders in jars,
where legs tangle
and eyes grow beady
in the tight air
with wasted time
run amok
like a twisted clock
the black threads of your lies
pulled taut
with your sharp white teeth
hanging like old news
in the corner,
as withered as your heart
spat out like demon seed
in someone else's head.













Comments
Where legs tangle
And eyes grow beady"
My favorite lines. Your poetry is so carefully crafted, which is why I like it so much. Your prose runs until I cannot catch my breath but your poetry stops and weighs it's meaning carefully before entering into the next line.
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Potential is a teasing lover who always eludes the most persistent of admirers.
It makes me want to tear up every poem I've ever written.
I particularly like the line about wasted time and bas poetry.
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♂ + ♂ =♥ ♀ + ♀ =♥ ♀ + ♂ =♥
I'm a soft, chapstick wearing, stone butch. Now fuck off. 8D
~KineticLightning & ~Katon-Rouka 08-25
~Is a lesbian Pagan married to a straight Methodist.~
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♂ + ♂ =♥ ♀ + ♀ =♥ ♀ + ♂ =♥
I'm a soft, chapstick wearing, stone butch. Now fuck off. 8D
~KineticLightning & ~Katon-Rouka 08-25
~Is a lesbian Pagan married to a straight Methodist.~
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I have to get inspired by something that touches my soul, or rocks my soul. ~ Steven Tyler
Those who can laugh without cause have either found the true meaning of happiness or have gone stark raving mad. ~Norm Papernick
Something witty goes here.
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when there's a will, there's always a way and nothing is impossible.
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deerhearted, me.
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"A man is the less likely to become great the more he is dominated by reason: few can achieve greatness - and none in art - if they are not dominated by illusion." (Mr Doctor)
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