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The Sheep“Please.” Offered up in near-silent prayer
as he prays for mum and baby’s well-being.

He tumbles into the doors with a crash;
bursting through into the cavernous room.

Grasping desperately for her hand – caught.
All at once, fingers in hair, mouth on forehead.

His eyes are wide and he sees only blood,
please-please – their hands contract violently.

He-he-he-he! he reminds her how to breathe,
she snarls, rolls over, reaches for comfort. Misses.

A growling writhing burning pain she now is.
He glances to the white man and tries not to panic.

She rocks, forth and back. Forth and back.
He watches the busy hands
BlackI chew on the blubbery meat of my tongue,
But it revulses
So whenever I swallow I gag.

I try not to inhale the acrid hiss of discontent
That seeps out of the corners of my mouth
And runs a river down my chin;
It reminds me of peaches. I cry.

I have digested the venom
The black rotten root of my own plague;
Ingested it. Injected it. How quick I am to accept death to me.

As organs revolve, revolt, regurgitate
I caged butterflies in my abdomen
As if lushness couldn't catch them there.
I knew better.

I ple'd to the sewn-in stars and their makeshift tenants,
For salvation and for suicide.
They offered neither.

So I sit and stew in these bodil
OIt permeates everything
It is the cells. It is the cell
in which I am rotting.

The sheen over my eye,
the flesh I rip from the side of my nail,
the teeth I grind it with.

The tears, blood and sweat.
It is below carbon and hydrogen,
embedded in the air I breathe.

It is sleeping under my fingernails,
It is the undeniable, genetic, atomic truth.
Oh, my oxygen permeates everything.

It is the cell.
Breaking Them InSpasmodic heart,
Tumbleweeds through my chest,
Bang bang bangs against my ribs;
it demolishes me.

Palms on plastic,
Losing control again, Tell myself I
can can can keep getting through this.
It won't devour me.

Tears from the bridge,
Overexposed my pneumonic heart to
hope hope hoping that I could.
So afraid that I'd fail.

Desperate need;
I refused to settle in ash.
No no no, I wouldn't endure another
year lost in the dark.

I gathered my tail,
brushed off maggot-sodden feathers
So so so frightened to fall
I barked, I bucked - and I flew.
You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,

Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
KissingMy lips are still fresh
from our fevered kisses,
even after they slowed
to a steady flutter;
matching our erratic heartbeats.

My lips are still raw
with the urge to kiss again.
Thy lips are warmOf all the words that mouth at love
and soften it with tongue and tooth
None will ever justify this breakage.
Never will there be diction enough
To make a heart salve, or tears unwept.

There will never be a word of woe
That suits to the shape of the thing.
Though many mouths may speak
of love and all her many expressions
airs, graces and confabulations.

None will correlate the meaning truly
how I loved for him, and he not for me.
Rock BottomThey say a rolling stone gathers no moss,
so when I shudder to a halt
The rocks in my feet continue to grind.
I feel the sand in my lungs
and the regretful mist silting in my heart
as the waves come back in
reaching eagerly for my legs, spooling, churning
over me. Rooted in my misery.
I know the rocks in my feet will help me drown.
HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013

February 28th, 2013

Dire desperation
A feeble whimper for help;
roar of these raw times.

February 27th, 2013

Gluttonous ash cloud
sucks the moon's blood
and swallows the night.

February 26th, 2013

Bark! An explosion!
Angry bodies escape the
network of lung cells.

February 25th, 2013

Silently cloning,
multiplying, honing in,
determined to kill.

February 24th, 2013

Tea and sympathy
readily available
for my dear sister.

February 23rd, 2013

I will hold my breath
as the north wind does the same
waiting for your love.

February 22nd, 2013

He hovers behind;
Hamletian apparition.
Always following.

February 21st, 2013

A lo
Song: I loved youShe wears pink and I wear out.
You say its not like that, I'm about
ready to get up and shout
that I love you;

and nothing she could do or say
would make my heart look away,
it's only you who's gone astray,
'cos I loved you

You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,
so what am I

what am I left with?

and I get that you are moving on
and it's me who don't belong
but I can't believe that its wrong
to still love you

an' now she's making up your bed,
the mem'ries locked up in my head;
I choose to live with them instead
'cos I love you.

You choose anything but me.
Not how this was meant to be.
Anything but me,
a Novella of LoveShe wrote a novel on the back of my left hand,
It washed away when she left me.
The WallI punched the wall.

The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.

I punched the wall.

The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.

I punched the wall.

The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.

I punched the wall.

The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.

I punched the wall.

The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the s
End of the worldIt's not the red of the dying sun
Or the passion swelling in my tongue,
It's not the shock of black or white.
It's not the growling of the night.

We're not the one's who hold their breath
and pray for life, or pray for death,
We're not the ones who hope for more.
We're not heaving with fashioned furore.

I'm not asking for another year to
Mourn all the things we'll never do.
I love you, I kiss you, I smile and then -
The world may implode, and I'll love you again.
Holding a Hostage - Draft One /I daren't close my eyes
The moment I do
You may dissapear.

I clutch at your body
Pressed between you
and the slate flooring we chose together
   You and I.

I stroke your hair and murmur
My tearful confessions
- You've heard them a thousand times before.
Not today.

There are sirens, love
and they come for me
   They come for us.

They seek to part us, my darling
and I cannot let them.

No battering ram or tear gas
Could bruise me more
       than seperation.
Nor make me cry more
       than departure.

I kiss your face
and try not to remember
How you looked when I fell in love with you.
You're not so different angel,
Not
Vacuum
I apologize for forgetting the happy ending.
The happy ending was beating me over the head,
So I ignored it.
The happy ending was acting like a spoiled child,
And I don’t follow the whims of those people.

I’m sorry nobody got together by the end.
Have you been watching?
They’re both genuinely awful people!
They don’t deserve happiness,
They don’t deserve love,
They don’t even deserve each other!
These monsters deserve to be alone.

I’m sorry you don’t make my heart
You don’t make my heart
Don’t make my heart
I can’t even finish that statement.
Anyone this desperate to compl
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Of She, the most beautiful of seasons.

Winter dresses nature in its best,
Signs each window with her signature
In crackled spindly hand writings
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Come now
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better? Read down the left, down the right and then the center.

GAH. I cannot make this P.O.S. show the way I want it to. SULK.
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!ThatFunnierPiece Jan 3, 2013
It took me a while to understand all three - but not that I do, I admire their message. Of importance of responsibility and respectfulness.
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 3, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you :rose:
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~Story-of-a-Mind Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This one is very different to me than the other two pieces you did first.
It is artfully crafted, woven together carefully, with a lot of skill. However, the other two pieces contained more raw emotion. Which is a difference that in my opinion kind of comes naturally, due to the different approaches. So this piece here, I have to understand with my head. I keep looking at it again and again, reconsidering it. The other one went right down to my emotions, I understood them with my heart. So both versions, the separate pieces with their raw emotions and this artfully crafted one display two very different views on one subject. Which one you like better is in the end just a matter of taste. (I personally go for the raw emotions) But the thing I like best is seeing both versions, all three pieces together. Each of them shows me a different aspect of the subject - and of your skills, as you where able to create those very different versions.
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 1, 2013  Student Writer
Nods, its still not what I wanted, but I knew it explained better why I wanted the two poems together...

I prefer the two seperate pieces too. Sighs.
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~KuraiTenshiV Dec 31, 2012  Hobbyist
actually its awsome i like the flow of it it makes it fun
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 1, 2013  Student Writer
Hmmmmmmm! hahaha
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~KuraiTenshiV Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist
You doubt me?
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 1, 2013  Student Writer
No I just.. I guess I don't see what you see in it. For me, this poem isn't what it should be, but it's still about some horrible stuff
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~KuraiTenshiV Jan 1, 2013  Hobbyist
i know, but i liked it. the flow down the left then the right then center is good it makes it more fun.but no it is dark and i do understand it, im just f*** up
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`KathrynODriscoll Jan 2, 2013  Student Writer
haha, I dont ever judge peoples responses, just sometimes they suprise me!
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