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delrica
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"Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*"


  

          

Now before ya'll get your panties/thongs/jock straps in a bunch over the anti-love sentiment...let me go on record by saying, I LOVE love and each and every one of ya'll.

Now...that the mushy schtuff is out of the way, this month's challenges are:

CHALLENGE #1: (and I know we can ALL do this) is to spit nothing but BITTER ANTI-LOVE PIECES...all month long in this here thread.

The rules? Simple: they (your contribution) can be about love, but not in that good way...just basically get the bitterness out. Got a vent you been waiting to unleash? Do it!

CHALLENGE #2: Erotic/Sensual Anti-Love (no straight "bang bang bang") pieces (in the vain of the Sensual/Erotic Haiku Cypher). Yeah...post an anti-love piece...but keep it in that "ooh la la" vain. Yeah...that's it.

Hopefully ... I'll even be able to find something in my repertoire (on at least one of the challenges...if not...I'll be a writing FOOL!)

There is no length requirement, so it can be as short as a haiku, but I would love to see where this really goes.

Ok...that's it!

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Subject Author Message Date ID
The Enemie's Remedy
Feb 01st 2004
1
RE: The Enemie's Remedy
Feb 01st 2004
2
RE: The Enemie's Remedy
Feb 01st 2004
3
RE: The Enemie's Remedy
Feb 01st 2004
4
for some reason...
Feb 02nd 2004
8
RE: The Enemie's Remedy
Feb 03rd 2004
10
anti-love poem #4
Feb 01st 2004
5
Oooh
Feb 04th 2004
15
      RE: Oooh
Feb 07th 2004
24
RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*
Feb 01st 2004
6
RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*
Feb 04th 2004
16
this has a cold dish feel to it
Feb 19th 2004
38
Feb 02nd 2004
7
RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*
Feb 02nd 2004
9
challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day
Feb 03rd 2004
11
yo, i'm done.
Feb 03rd 2004
12
RE: challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day
Feb 07th 2004
25
bail
Feb 03rd 2004
13
TA
Feb 03rd 2004
14
((AUDIO of Bail))
Feb 04th 2004
18
      RE: ((AUDIO of Bail))
Feb 04th 2004
19
A love hate relationship......
Feb 04th 2004
17
this is kinda like
Feb 19th 2004
39
3REDroses
Feb 04th 2004
20
RE: 3REDroses
Feb 04th 2004
21
He Whistles
Feb 04th 2004
22
Half-Hearted
Feb 06th 2004
23
damn...
Feb 09th 2004
27
RE: Half-Hearted
Feb 12th 2004
28
nice drop...
Feb 13th 2004
29
great effin title
Feb 19th 2004
40
      dat...
Feb 25th 2004
46
not anotha love song
Feb 09th 2004
26
Unsent Letter to Hallmark...
Feb 13th 2004
30
RE: *gangsta nod* forgiveness
Feb 13th 2004
31
you think you're sooooooooooooo slick!
Feb 14th 2004
32
      RE: you think you're sooooooooooooo slick!
Feb 14th 2004
33
mr. valentine
Feb 14th 2004
34
XOXO
Feb 17th 2004
36
save this one
Feb 19th 2004
41
love Poem?
Feb 17th 2004
35
words (revised)
Feb 19th 2004
37
I Can't Decide
Feb 21st 2004
42
tit for tat
Feb 21st 2004
43
masokissed
Feb 22nd 2004
44
to me
Feb 24th 2004
45

TheProdigiousPoet
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1. "The Enemie's Remedy"
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You, you being the one that I loved,
I, I being the one who gave You trust,
Friends, friends being the one's who persuaded us,
Us, us being You and I, this is too much...
Altercation, altercations being what ended our relationship,
Relationship, relationship being what caused altercations, now we know
Patience is bliss...
Now that you see the factors that acted as a catalyst,
Like acrobatics, we watched our relationship flip,
you were a pacifist,
And I was an optimist, opportunity ruined me, concluding that I was eludeingly pullulating my prerogatives....
And you being the pessimist, like love, there it is, theoretical therapist...
Giving self-inoculations, but the enemie's remedy was too close for approximation...
So how was I supposed to be patient when the patient provided her own medicine,
reticent savement...
Now I'm sitting here with unanswered questions and abstract answers,
You needed a dissection because to you I was cancer.
But to me you were life, and death came when you left, but now I'm alright...
I've just learned to cherish my breaths...
(I don't think you remember how this ended.)
So in case you've forgotten, I hit rock bottom, but the rocks on your bottom, have disappeared like Sadam, Hussein- who's sane? Not me because I've become delirious with this mysterious pain. And you aimed for my heart, struck my brain, belligerently blinded by those insane boasts which became a hoax, or just joke, another game...
Isn't it funny that I found out you were a fake,
My mistake but how long did you think it would take...
Surreptitious smiles and vicious voices, choosing choices to go wild,
Mom told me to wait...
I know words can hurt like a two-edged sword, that's why I'm writing this, because actions speak louder than words, but words are like fighting fists.
Hiroshima, the atomic bomb, the fever that I'm on, our relationship only made me more strong. Or stronger, love you, no longer, other girls I've grown fonder, I can see yonder, no I can see clearly now that the rain is gone, and the only obstacle in my way, is you. So I'm getting rid of it today.
So ketch-up, not ketchup, these aren't condiments; the comments went, ever since I dropped you with some common sense.
Alright, no I don't want to fight, I'm just trying to find the quickest way to get you out of my life. I already got you out of my sight; it's from my mind that I'm trying to get you to disunite. So tonight I'll write words that might, seem absurd to those who haven't heard of our fight...
Ok, ok, ok, I'm loosing focus...
Sometimes when I'm all alone, surrounded by silence,
I gaze at your empty thrown and my thoughts turn violent.
Not violent as in harsh, but like a violin, when an orchestra begins to start...
And my heart, begs for your return,
My soul yearns, uncontrollably burns, mistakes I've made,
But now I've learned...
I've become smarter, true, I had depicted your departure, but the reactions to that reality only made it harder...
Or unbearable, I feel so terrible, now our hate manifests hate substituting feelings for variables...
Our various, vigorous, vernacular, spectacular, spectacles, specifically, spontaneous, intricately, invading us,
To the point where we left off...
Me, You, separate, hectic, misdirected, disrespected, introspective, I'll never forget it...
Your memory still lives in my brain,
So I'll just end my love for you,
And hope you don't do the same...

Don't Duck

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freedomfighter
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2. "RE: The Enemie's Remedy"
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tight what else can i say

Freeworld Order
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soulchild
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3. "RE: The Enemie's Remedy"
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i loved to play with your wordplay
it was a good time
haha

nice

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the more knowledge, the more grief."
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mirage
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Sun Feb-01-04 10:35 AM

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4. "RE: The Enemie's Remedy"
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you probably dont know this, but ive actually read more of your work than ive responded to...and although i think you have mad talent, and i do enjoy the read every time i click on your name, it just seems ive seen some of them lines from you before (pls feel free to correct me if im wrong) im pretty sure i read the patient line....or was this a repost(?) well, whatever, this was a very tight flow, and amazing to read.

  

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bakari7
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8. "for some reason..."
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this reminded me of something that could've been on com's "resurrection" album...based on the wordplay & everything...nice though

bakari7's poetry corner...

the key to my heart
was played too sharp for those to
open up & hear

(11.29.03)

bakari7's poetry corner...

you killed me once
& during my resurrection
i vowed
never to let you kill me
again,
as i hand you the cross
bow with a bull's eye
hanging
over the left side of my chest

12.10.04

  

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robynwildchild
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10. "RE: The Enemie's Remedy"
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o man that's good.. real good.. !
*wink*

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mindful
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5. "anti-love poem #4"
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i hated loving you,
loved hating you...
and now that we have
this love-hate relationship,
i can't wait
to see what the
future will bring.
maybe i'll grow to
hate you some more,
and still love doing it.







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, been written
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15. "Oooh"
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Love/hate sucks. Felt, soulchild.



“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. But it was right that it should be so: my eyes and heart acclaim it. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace, to hear Om again, to sleep deeply again and to awaken refreshed again. I had to become a fool again in order to find Atman in myself. I had to sin in order to live again. Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I follow it.” Siddhartha- Herman Hesse

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24. "RE: Oooh"
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ummm...imagination, are you talking to me? cause that wasn't me...that was mindful.

___________________________
-Phyllis-

Well, I've lived and I've learned
I've taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
I found joy through my pain
Just wanna be happy...
Bein me
Bein me - Cee Lo'n'Common

  

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Morehouse
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6. "RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*"
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Sun Feb-01-04 10:09 PM

  

          

no more poems for your (ass)

those days have passed,
when i used to kiss it
had me lickin' it

like life couldnt go on
if i wasn't missin' it

my niggas called me bitch/
couldnt see how i was turnin tricks
wrapped around your finger
as you pedicured the tips

didnt give me more thought
than takin' a shit

could be as hypnotic as
the purest fix
but you had to go and taint
it with your lies,
calling even the sight of you
heaven's gift...

but i'll tell you this...

heaven will never have a love like this

and neither will u
neither will
u








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exist in limbo.

"we are accidents waiting to happen" -radiohead

"Poetry is a kind of distilled insinuation. It’s a way of expanding and talking around an idea or a question. Sometimes, more actually gets said through such a technique than a full frontal assault." -Yusef Komunyakaa

"The Black Artist's role in America is to aid in the destruction of America as he knows it. His role is to report and reflect so precisely the nature of the society, and of himself in that society, that other men will be moved by the exactness of his rendering and, if they are black men, grow strong through this moving, having seen their own strength, and weakness; and if they are white men, tremble, curse, and go mad, because they will be drenched with the filth of their evil."

-Amiri Baraka, from "State/meant" in the essay, "Home"

"My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love thee?...Imagine." -Saul Williams

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your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
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16. "RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*"
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heaven will never have a love like this

and neither will u
neither will
u


Loved the ending.


“I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. But it was right that it should be so: my eyes and heart acclaim it. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace, to hear Om again, to sleep deeply again and to awaken refreshed again. I had to become a fool again in order to find Atman in myself. I had to sin in order to live again. Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I follow it.” Siddhartha- Herman Hesse

"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them."
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38. "this has a cold dish feel to it"
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very vengeful.

---i'm here---

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7. ""
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Ay-yo... I had to contribute to this one...

I reached back into my crate of bitterness for this one... This is inspired by how I felt shortly after my ex-girlfriend and I split up (I won't go into detail, but I felt emotionally betrayed). Before this generates any hate-mail, keep in mind that I USE to feel this way, many moons ago...

What He Doesn’t Know

You were mesmerized by my eyes
That’s what you told me
As your lusty fingers probed my chest
You ached to hold me
Even though your man treats you royal
What he doesn’t know
Is not a conscious thought to staying loyal
You’ll never grow

You said there’s something built in my design
That made you want to feel
The pressure points felt from behind
And you’ve wanted to steal
This moment like a final breath
Up on it,
Hike the skirt,
Opponents to this primal depth
Bemoan it
Like it’s dirt

Whateva
Bend ova
Don’t bore me with your story
Sanctimonious sinner
Glorious gloryhole grinner

You got a man who loves you
But your loyalty’s spread apart
You preach about your principles
But spill them on this mattress

Save the drama, actress
I know about you chicks who lack this
See, a woman that was tactless
Once crushed me for the practice
She begat this bitter pill
And I swallowed, contents hollowed
Not a playa, better still
Losing concern for all who followed

You claim you need it,
Dirty deeds it,
Hubby seeds it,
Feed it more

You strain to take it
Plea to make it
Squeeze to ache it
Dirty whore

Shaky knees sink you to the bed
You stroke my ego
Say you love him, but lust me instead
And what he doesn’t know…

Bitch, you gotta go.



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9. "RE: Feb COTM: Effa Valentine's Day....*gangsta nod*"
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damn...hate how i love you
after you aggravate the shit out of me,y'know
i mean,i actually get worried when
you shoot that look at me
yeah,you know that look
that look when your stare is like dead
like you know you don'fucked up right
and i get anxious
ooo,damn i could smash your head in
for making me care about you like this
th'fuck are you
you dont know me!
my energy is zapped once on blast i'm like
eat a dick,die slow bitch
but you know i dont mean that
i want my dick to be the only dick that
breathes life into you,y'know
thats some shit,righ'
funny how the first time i said i loved you
you had me yelling at you like a few nights before
raising my voice?
and i master the cool
damn, now i know why folks say make up sex
is the best

c'mere girl...you fuckin'bird

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delsbrothergeorge
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11. "challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day"
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happy fuckin valentine's day
to all you broken-hearted bastards.
normally,
i'd be among you
but not this year
and not 'cause cupid's aim was true for once.
no,
this year
i got beef with love.
not that 50 cent-ja rule type beef
or even that george w. bush-saddam hussein type beef.
nope,
i got beef
like a cow standing outside the slaughterhouse
who suddenly figures out that when she walks through the door in front of her
she ain't walkin' out
and when her muscles clench in defense of her right to exist,
she just as suddenly realizes that she can't do a damn thing about it
and resigns herself to a fate on a plate
'cause maybe filling someone else's belly isn't such a bad thing.
i might actually co-sign that notion
if i wasn't so effin tired of going hungry myself.
so i got beef
with love
cause that shit didn't sit right with me
and i just ain't standing for it no more.
not this year.
but i will buy a box of chocolates
and i will lick my fingers after each and every piece slides down my throat
and i will have a bloated belly
even if i don't exactly get my fill.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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mindful
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12. "yo, i'm done."
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and you killed the ending too...

she just as suddenly realizes that she can't do a damn thing about it
and resigns herself to a fate on a plate
'cause maybe filling someone else's belly isn't such a bad thing.
i might actually co-sign that notion
if i wasn't so effin tired of going hungry myself.


*sighs*...

once again... why don't u post more? really... no, seriously... i haven't gotten a poem in the mail in like a week or so... i need new substance.... lol... Peace man.







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If there's a to
read, but it hasn't been written yet,
then you must write it. ©Toni Morrison

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soulchild
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25. "RE: challenge #1: happy fuckin valentine's day"
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i'm all about this one. very cool. Like the beef/cow thang goin on. yesss, nice.

___________________________
-Phyllis-

Well, I've lived and I've learned
I've taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
I found joy through my pain
Just wanna be happy...
Bein me
Bein me - Cee Lo'n'Common

  

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13. "bail"
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shoulda known that in the end shit was ass backwards with you
when we made love all i saw was your hair and your back
when you left all i saw was your hair and your back
to talking that same old shit
shit i thought i was equipped
you made me feel like i was your dream weaver
your punishments your whining sticking in my back like a fucking meat clever
so here i am here i am fuck you
had to rip open my spine to get back on my feet after the ways that you
dealt with me leaving you
you notice that this all about you
and everywhere i tried to go you had me feelin like a dutty ass ho
i woulda ate your asshole just to lay my lips my on you
but being shit on from afar aint something that i can forever do
your memory...is the end of we
all those times when i was lickin those tig ol bitties
eatin that pussy on soft carpetted hot tub room floors
taking that ass to those lingerie stores
yeah we was ballin
it wasnt long before your body was callin
so here you go
i resign
your heart i broke, and you squashed mine
straighten your spine
actually you never could handle the grind
the way that you used to cry when you rode ontop
when my dick would push deeper into your hot
ceilings...seeing is believing, manipulation is revealing huh?
its funny what hostile environments can do to these so called queens
but your right i wasnt acting like a king
but seriously
another thing before i go
no one wants to be with a women wholl stoop as low as ne man she loves
monkey see monkey do
but like D said one monkey dont stop no show
so im out when you ready to talk reality then let a cat know
until then stick to your knew friend rubber dildo
still yo..a murder suicide aint shit
and you alive so..i aint have to be punished
anymore
so dont say my name in vain...
fuck it, i know you will
average girl with average techniques to deliver a kill
never that.. my new girl got so much swirve i damn near pass out
and she aint hurt me with the shit that come out her mouth
fuck you fuck then fuck it all cause now
i see a different love
that i aint growin out of
cause it aint just therapeutical
you was wit me when i was writing poetry
nowadays im feelin musical
guess she got me callin her name
on cds
and i sang to her.. before the first month was done
how much time i spent tryna placate you "hunnnn"
attilla the hunn
conqueror and survivor
dillusional story telling pain reviver
i aint on trial for the crimes i commited
you stabbed me in the mental
i stabbed you in your kitten

im wild
im out.

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14. "TA"
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TA teachers assistant
damn girl your so damn persistant
i know you like it when i spit knowledge
and the shivers that folla
down your spine
when i talk about praying mantis and dr. mario pussy eatin with mine
i could see in your eyes what was on your mind
but if youll just rewind to the beginning
you know that i said i aint fuckin with your tendoroni
you got that good TA..i know that aint frontin
but let me tell you somethin maybe youll learn somethin again
your love for me aint real, its just an escape
and me cummin in your mouth or bussin in your face
wont mean you wont have to face your long ass day
the burdens remain in place
if you need satisfaction
emotionally your an idiot
sometimes i day dream bout beating the naiivety out of your pussy lips
bout face fuckin you till you cant even feel your lips
but regardless.. even when your braless
you seen this? you saw this?
i aint fuckin wit you darling
your mans my man
and i aint got no right to fuck up snakes if i snake my fam
even though your my favorite TA

((wo))

  

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18. "((AUDIO of Bail))"
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/4/wildoutmusic.htm

Love, a tragicomedy...

peace fam..
((wo))

  

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19. "RE: ((AUDIO of Bail))"
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TA... mans is just pushin the buttons.. but yo.. straigHT UP...

I LOVE hearin this kinda shit from you...

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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17. "A love hate relationship......"
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Oh baby
I miss you like crazy.
I miss your false pretenses
And your beautiful lies.
You know baby
No one else can lie like you.
You know baby
No one can objectify me the way you do.
You know sweet, sweet, love of mine
No one else falls asleep w/ their back to me
And pretends I’m not there in the morning the way you do, oh baby.
I want to lie with you just one more time.
I want to lie still with you just one more time.
Just one more time.
For old times sake oh baby
Sure, others have treated me like crap
But no one has done it w/ your
Emotionlessness
Distance
Hostility
Crudeness
And good ol’ fashioned HATRED.
Oh baby.
I get nostalgic
Thinking about our late night rendezvous.
You’d take me someplace secluded
And see everything but my face.
Do you know what color my eyes are?
No!
See, that’s what I loved about you
How ‘bout my name?
No again! It not really KnowOne.
God, I miss you.
Take me in your arms
And remind me how I’m less significant than yesterday’s garbage.
All I ask in return is that you make me feel worthy of your treatment
Don’t ever let me feel equal to you
Or even like a human being
We may both hate me
But
Oh baby
At least I love you.
-KnowOne

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39. "this is kinda like"
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the definition of lovesick.

ill piece.

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20. "3REDroses"
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Three red roses
No one can ever give me any more
Why do I ask for less
Just a participation in this commitment
I’m not asking to play spades
I just want to feel again
To know love and hate
But instead I’m dead
Because of what you’ve done and said
And I have to make up my inner happiness
Even tho I know that’s what I’m supposed to do
And all I got is myself to talk it through
So everything that I experience
Is filtered and expected
like
Knowing rain will fall
When the clouds are dark and gray
Seeing the sun go down
Knowing night will have its way
The foresight in the road to know
That time will show
Wisdom through patience
If one can wait for love to grow
I’ll wait forever to see
The love I saw
behind
the
Three red roses
He once gave me

Now only a black and white photograph of
What that love used to be.



~~~~~~~~ luv R.
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21. "RE: 3REDroses"
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Joe help us sanggggg
....faded picture in a broken frame
like a memory villain
what the women is feelin
i know it hurts
was it somethin like a distant land....

hehehehehe

hmmph.. felt this one.
three roses contain more than three thorns
sometimes we overburden self without thinkin bout them...

((wo))

  

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22. "He Whistles"
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Wed Feb-04-04 01:55 PM

  

          

Aight... this one is kinda thrown together half-hazardly... pardon my ham-handed dust, but I'm at work, and I keep getting interrupted and well... here ya go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


On every other day,
Wifey confronts him
He bristles

But every Thursday evening, he whistles

Smiling softly to himself
As he relives the stolen wealth
Of his overtime crime
His prime-time dime

Now surely,
These deviously dubious,
Devilishly,
Delicious daily diversions
Make it difficult to mend the fractured union
But this break is beyond repair
And it remains a welcome relief from the grief-stricken
Tragic marriage that now threatens to crush his chest with a baby carriage

He begged for release
Wifey stood by her lease
And promised an increase in options, that snowed cyanide
Accumulated guilt from threats spoken in pride
Like child-separation, she’d move to divide
Father from offspring, she’d slaughter all ties…
Even so far as to sing of suicide
Compelling him to abide

Those on the outside
Judge and condemn what he hides
As the selfish act of a man with a chick on the side
Realize and reside in what guides on this page
Caged bird cannot sing with a shattered ribcage
But classic poetry aside

Every Thursday evening, he whistles

The sun rarely shines
But he is brightly greeted
Every Thursday morning by his willing diversion
Resigned to her role in his weekly perversions

He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Skin upon skin, breathing can begin
Reality melts into dreams with great care
He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Soon he’ll return from this secret they share
Declared in this darkness, society’s sin
He takes his time when he kisses her bare
Skin upon skin, breathing can begin

Thursday evening, he returns home
Assuming his roles
Quiet, unassuming, income provider
Reluctant husband and devoted father
He begins to whistle…


"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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23. "Half-Hearted"
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Yo, I write this with no animosity
There’s just something on my chest that’s been bothering me
It seems your monopoly on polygamy is too tight to honor me
And doesn’t agree whole-heartedly with my philosophy on monogamy
Lisping lips lying, actively seeking mysogeny
Truthless offerings, facades to hide your hips’ autonomy
Improperly postured for picture perfect pornography
Posed positioning peaking bodily topography
Hips had me hemmed and locked,
Similar to Socrates
Possibly, blame lies with me opting for silence over hypocrisy
You were not discreet, but fathered seed,
Made me believe you thought you ought to be
But under lock and key was not to be from hopeless fear
Whips and knots on me from top to feet
Prove I’m far from an overseer
With Cinque keeping company over here
While “Giving Free” seems to be an easy demand to meet
Can’t flee or think with arteries draining head and feet
Simply because you offer me thoughts of your body
Sloppily on top of me
Ignoring carvings of lots of peeps before me who rode it properly
Moans of conquering now resonate unstoppably in cacophony
Award winning whorish performance, far from a nominee
Horned Devil far below my shoulder, where his true view should be
And any angel was drowned in your sea of promiscuity
When this was new to me, foolishly
Believing the snake could speak truthfully
Or was ever true to me, Leopard couldn’t change spots
But hid in patches of grass so thatches of ass were the only views to me
Bemused with ruse with ease, and took all credit for production
But isn’t my credulousness worth something?
Grasped the shadow for the substance… and RAN with it
Respite granted gave me a chance to stand and demand my infant
Sad isn’t it? I entered this game thinking I was one up
Played the game of spades and watched as hearts in hand got cut up
Watched you turn the tricks, constantly claiming you’re not earning chips
Telling me you need this, chick, you better strip for that furniture
I heard you service men, letting them indent your cervix in
My first best friend told me you can even fit a person in
Yes, I’m hurting here, and angry but the pain doesn’t come out right
Should’ve listened to my mother…
Can’t turn you into a housewife…
And outright
I’m out
Bye

What's a sig?

  

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27. "damn..."
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this was all i could say as i read this..trying to advert my eyes from the pain and the infidelity that u spoke so eloquently in this piece..so yeah big ups to for getting this out..i liked these lines the most...

But under lock and key was not to be from hopeless fear
Whips and knots on me from top to feet
Prove I’m far from an overseer
With Cinque keeping company over here
While “Giving Free” seems to be an easy demand to meet
Can’t flee or think with arteries draining head and feet
Simply because you offer me thoughts of your body
Sloppily on top of me
Ignoring carvings of lots of peeps before me who rode it properly

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28. "RE: Half-Hearted"
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Dam Dam Dam... this was a tight piece. I love the flow and it just rolled up in my brain... nice drop. I can read the pain in this and it takes me right to the thick of it. My favorite was this right here:

Sad isn’t it? I entered this game thinking I was one up
Played the game of spades and watched as hearts in hand got cut up
Watched you turn the tricks, constantly claiming you’re not earning chips
Telling me you need this, chick, you better strip for that furniture
I heard you service men, letting them indent your cervix in
My first best friend told me you can even fit a person in
Yes, I’m hurting here, and angry but the pain doesn’t come out right
Should’ve listened to my mother…
Can’t turn you into a housewife…


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Loving someone deeply gives you courage. Being loved deeply gives you strength."


"You can't kick off in a smurfs ass... you ain't tough..." -Nowachaoticthing (in response to one of my many idle threats to beat his ass)

  

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29. "nice drop..."
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Don't Duck

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40. "great effin title"
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and so many devices used exquisitely to tell this story.

i'd say it's the best in this thread.

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46. "dat..."
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nigga lock finally gettin' 'is props.

*smiles*

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26. "not anotha love song"
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Im not sure if I know what its like to truly love someone unconditional but sometimes u hear ppl sing about it and u think about the possibilities of falling in love..finally becoming triumph in finding a mate that should be exclusively urs..and then sometimes u find someone that had been so elusive w/u that ur throwing up white flags everywhere trying to find common ground w/someone who probably has been wasting ur time..I really don’t have a anti-love theme because I know we all exist in some form of love…but for u Delrica I tried this…


So yeah,
I don’t want hear another sad love song
That tells of blues and funk
So deep that a Texan cant well it
That causes my heart to be reminded
Of flips of trips of betrayal…
Longing to be whispered to--a secret--- even a word…
So yeah I don’t want to hear another sad love song
That cause fetal rocks to their words
A constant reminder of what has been blown
Like kisses in tha wind--neva to come back again
So yeah I don’t wanna hear another sad love song
That causes my feet to slip into a slow groove
Over ur record that had me skippin
Even delegating u space in my life
No regrets
Just don’t wanna hear another sad love song..

by cdl


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Nowachaoticthing
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30. "Unsent Letter to Hallmark..."
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Dear Hallmark,

Fuck you. No, seriously, fuck YOU.

How dare you try to dictate where and when I should show affection to my significant other? Do you have any idea of how inconvenient your timing is? Let me break it down for you; Her birthday was in November, her son’s was the day before Christmas, and then comes Christmas, new years, and my birthday in January. You even managed to weasel your way into Superbowl Sunday! Have you no shame? By the time your precious Valentine’s Day rolls around, I’m broke and I’ve had it up to here with all of your insufferable commercial holidays. I submit to you that this time you have gone too far. I will have none of this nonsense. I’m on holiday strike until you can get your shit together and space this shit out a little bit.

Thanks to you, I’ll have to leap off the cliff like the other lemmings and buy flowers and plush animals with frilly red ribbons around their useless necks that stare blankly at the recipient with unsettling button eyes. Yes, I repeat that I HAVE to buy these things, because despite the fact that I like to buy these things on any other given day, on a whim, simply because I love her and want to genuinely show it, thanks to your commercials and underhanded marketing schemes, I MUST buy her a shitload of this crap on February 14th because everyone else has to and I don’t want to risk looking like a cold, uncaring boyfriend.

Oh yeah… you got her completely roped-in with this nonsense. She bought me boxers with hearts all over them. Wow. Thanks. I’m not sure, but I think I’ll place the heartprint boxers next to the twenty other pair from past Valentine’s Day massacred gifts. Maybe I should make a giant, gay patchwork quilt out of them all and sell the fruity thing on e-bay or the Lifetime Channel. She also got me a red t-shirt with some writing on it. I don’t recall what is written on the shirt, possibly due to the fact that it was shoved to the back of the closet as quickly as humanly possible. But don’t get it twisted. I love my lady, and she loves me. Unlike you, she pays attention to my mood, and I’m certain that the words on that shirt probably say “Fuck Valentines Day” or something similar.

She didn’t stop there though…

She got all artsy-fartsy and created decorative candy bowls for all of her co-workers. Isn’t that sweet? Isn’t that enough for you? Of course not! You continue to push her holiday spirit buttons until you suck the life out of all of us. You sick, twisted bastards! You made her buy enough candy to put the entire Pacific Northwest into a diabetic coma, and coerced her into distributing it to me, her children, and many other unfortunate victims. Apparently, the increasing cost of dental care means nothing to a holiday whore-monger like yourself. Perhaps I should take a bag of chocolate kisses to the nearest street corner and exchange them for bus fare since your meddling has caused her to deplete our budget. But hey… who gives a rat’s ass about saving for a vacation in Vegas when I have an entire bag of Bon Bons to devour and add another distinctive lump to my rolls of BACKFAT!

You are a shit.

Your meddling has left me no other recourse. In retaliation, I will boycott St. Patrick’s Day, Easter Sunday, and Mother’s Day. Any further unsolicited intervention on your part will result in the cancellation of Father’s Day as well. You have been put on notice.

Respectfully,

Me

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31. "RE: *gangsta nod* forgiveness"
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"please for give me"

Is this wove

Love is on the rise
Over nonblood line deciples cries
Vanity mirrors i c 2 me n u bleed thru
Empty faces travel'n to different places

Universal brothers magical studios preform'n shows

Legally they don't want to challenge me u
Arrangement of our victory bring ur lady
Mommy smiles happily family unity breath'n
oxygen supply lack'n arguments pass'n
Nitro petro burns in my heart dark
True unconditional love it comes

From above 2 black doves
Oct. baby depend'n on u give aries warm
Reason to mention i miss u boo it must be

Easy for u to forget; what we've been thru us 2
Vibrant flesh is weak so u sneak
Ever vescent translucent movenment non stop
Revolution this is only my 2 scents

forgive others tresspasses
so our heavenly father can for get mines

"IRespect everything u do"

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32. "you think you're sooooooooooooo slick!"
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I SEE YOU

uh-huh...I know what you did!

LOL

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33. "RE: you think you're sooooooooooooo slick!"
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what u talk'n about willis
o.k. u got me lol

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34. "mr. valentine"
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today, i put on a robe
of red with pink
flowers at the bottom
in memory of our
fucked up fling.
ur daughter called me up
to say hi, wished me a happy
valentine's day (like i really cared),
and i told her that was sweet
of her, but... i had to be
on my way. i wasn't really
going anywhere, but she didn't
know that shit, and she wasn't
going to find out.
i don't wrap myself in
your old red towel,
or slip my feet in your
black house shoes. i've thrown
those things away.
u've got this permanent
spot on my rug from
my iron. i dropped it
the other day, and the
shape it made, looks just
like your screwed up face.
i haven't bought any chocolates,
haven't accepted any cards.
i barely answer my fone on this day,
and i owe it all to you.
mr. valentine. you are
the bullshit i hate the
most.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt



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read, but it hasn't been written yet,
then you must write it. ©Toni Morrison

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36. "XOXO"
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...valentine's kisses

(smirk)

gotta love it...(walks away whistlin')


(sigh)
peace
ladee

  

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41. "save this one"
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it'd be tight if you included it in the anti-lilies collection. assuming there's one in the works.

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35. "love Poem?"
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Its been a while but i just got back from travelling again and on seeing delricas post i can only say i had one of these lying around somewhere and i feel i have to post on this tread by the way everyone else's pieces are slammin... So here goes the immaginativley titled



this is not a love Poem.


Let me approach you back to front.
To oppose the conventional.


We cremated now we call,
a finished relationship broken and mauled.
Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire.
Truth being the lasting stance,
the need was not required.
Turning and change, makes longing pain.
A triumph of “ who shall be the victor”
and have no need for stones to be cast.
In waking moments the pain is still alive,
The shrill calling of a hurt rearing in the distance,
constantly laughs.


An immortal phrase
“you won’t get a second blow at the candle” !!!!


The chided growth of an inarticulate feeling.
I felt you !!
“ could this be the one “??
“ for me to share my soul with “!!
The bejeweled oath of a breeding.
I knew this,
“ I would move the world for you “!!
“ I have opened up to you “ ??
still Is the unrequited loving of a passion held in my solace
calm is the major effect that would have come to place,
now every emotion is tainted with a but………..?!?!?


“ Scalded and scared is the man,
who does not know he has been burned .“


I loved the music, the words. The feelings of compassion.
The unrequited care and the potent emotion.
I still love the presence of your essence,
but ………..!!!!! I know enough to delete all the inanity.
It hurts though !!!!
this is not a love poem ,
I can see clearly enough to make you feel …………………


© S@ge ( SEYI AWOLESI ) 175228041998

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37. "words (revised)"
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I have words scrawled across trees – omnia, invisible, underground, omphalos, wire --
cut down
flattened
and stacked in my room.

My sentences are my bones
rhythms my pulse
ink my blood
which I smear across the paper.

I give you my words…
I tie them to rocks and throw them through your open window
But, I fear that you’ll shut it after you read them.
I tie them to rocks purposely,
So they’re easy to dispose of.
You can drop them in the river,
and recreate Ophelia.

I’m afraid that you will laugh
and, with each syllable you utter,
my bones will crack.

I hope that you’ll be gentle,
And treat me with care,
But if you dispose of me,
I hope it’ll be in the water.
Then my blood will wash away,
And I’ll be but a ripple.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~newolf~*~*~*~*~*~*~

the light: so, you're having a pre-pre-midlfe crisis?
wolfie: yes.
the light: well, that's wonderful!


icantspell

  

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Black Tongue
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42. "I Can't Decide"
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Split hips lick lips,
Trips through valleys and over nips,
I'm losin' patience 'n waitin'
Hatin' everything about this situation,
But I keep givin' in..
Livin' sin I'm livin' in,
The bitemarks on your neck are from my teeth,
I loved the taste but hated the soul undeneath,
Fingertips raked skin and got stuck under her fingernails,
But we didn't stop to think what that entails,
"Details," we both moan together,
As I unhook her bra and she takes off my leather
coat, diving into gentler valleys,
Exploring dark alleys and bars with beauty on tap,
And for the first time in so long the taste isn't flat
When I lay on my back, with her above me..
I must say when she rocks her hips she looks downright lovely,
With one hand on my stomach, and one on my knee,
With her head back and mouth open and eyes too glazed to see,
And then she's beneath me,
And I can't decide what liquid is about to appear,
When my stomach hurts so bad from guilt that everythings clear,
But that tattoo on the small of her back is turnin' me on..
How can something this good be considered wrong?
Battles in my mind, I can't even decide..
When her parts and mine so well coincide..
Her pony tail in my hand and her face by mine..
There's love and hate and anger, demonic or devine,
But the way this chick looks is wrapped like a vine
around my mind,
I feel her nipples press against my chest..
Blood, sweat, love all a mingled mess
Less stress.. or is that a lie I tell myself?

This chick is fine, she's been on me all night,
I'm tryin' to resist but she ain't havin' the fight,
She knows I can't be doin' this, this shit ain't right,
She just pins me down on the spare bed, leaves on the lights,
"You don't need to hold me, just fold me over,
Make me feel dirty, make me feel horny,"
Damn, girl, all I did was say you're sexy,
"You made me feel beautiful.. I wanna repay you, will ya let me?"
Fuckin' A are you kidding? I know tomorrow there's gonna be some shit I'm regretting..
But fuck it, she wanted it before she got wasted,
I can't decide..

I can't decide.

This piece written by a whiteboy

  

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brownsugs
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43. "tit for tat"
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L-O-V-E
lovely

love is a game
played tit for tat
where emotions are worn on the skin
voiced in do this not that
cause i feel better when you do it this way
that drudges up memories of others
who did that and because of it that is the wrong way

when self is not understood
love is a game played tit for tat

  

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44. "masokissed"
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(i may have posted this in some permutation before...anyway, here we go:)

i’m so attracted to the fact
that she would put her nails in my back
and you know she got kick
and you know she got ass
and she’s my living nightmare
a woman who might care enough to punch me in the face
i’m blinded by her presence
or at least the presence of her mace
see, she moves me like bobby fischer
she hits me like kicks to the ribs
she’s a payback of a mother
standing up for picked-on kids
the kid gloves are elsewhere
and she’s good for my welfare
and her words are so sick
put those bastards on healthcare
she’s fierce
with lyrics more piercing than all of her earrings
a slow boiling point of no return
too hot to care who she’s searing
and that’s endearing
she’s a cast-iron skillet swung harder than life
she’s hanging me on red crosses
i’m her martyr in white
her punchlines knock me in the drink and leave me punch hungry
she made me eat my heart out on a dinner plate
and then she mugged me for my lunch money.

it’s like a bat cracking the back of your skull.
it’s the shooting pain from brain to nerve
the hurt so good you serve like the rarest steak.
the heart you choose to break may be my own
so please use an icepick
please break my thick glasses with a sledgehammer
slap my back so hard i stammer
knock the breath out of me with one blow to the solar plexus.
this is a ballet of s & m proportions
this is love as abortion of rational thought.
this is the pain that meets pleasure just around the fork
the fork stabbed in my hand
to keep me feeling harder than the other guy
this is not a heart attack per se but attacks on heartstrings otherwise
spin me a yarn about how much you care
a tale so tight it lifts me in the air by my neck
this is my emotional trainwreck
there are no survivors.
so drop me in the desert and make me sweat until saliva is not an issue.
you could drop me like a mean babysitter
and i’d never hit you
maybe you could pepper me with pepper til my ribs ache from sneezing.
i need some sign from you
that we’re still in love
or at least that you’re still breathing.
breathe fire on me, dragon lady
drag me by my crewcut like a liberated cavegirl
hit me with your best shot
make pat benatar jealous
make out with other fellas while i’m forced to watch.
long ago i swore i’d focus past the pain no matter what the cost
so cost me the title
get me disqualified with your interference
i don’t fear this
not in the least
and i forgot which one’s the beauty
and which is the beast
but a match made in heaven
can’t fall too far from grace
so knock me on my ass
so slap my brave face
i’m ready to face the dissonant caucophony
plant drugs on me and make sure the fbi’s watching me
and all i require besides bandages
is your attention.
you always hurt the ones you love
and this is no exception.



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"You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.

www.myspace.com/robsturma

  

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45. "to me"
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this one meets both challenges in one shot. that's pretty impressive 'cause i didn't expect anyone to go that route.

---i'm here---

"...do what scares you..." -- l. varela

  

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