The rapist

I´m the unlawful rapist!
words conveying
the ugly saying
sexting while nippling
at ease woman
or I´ll insert the pen
screaming like a wild hen
I´m the unlawful rapist!
of
controversionalist
existensionaist
persionalist
and add to the fry
delusionalist
so,
the rapist of words!

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses

Writing on the Wall

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All of the dark memories on the wall
Tell of a story long past, she cannot.
She has seen the pieces and watched them fall,
She’s jealous of those able, who forgot.
Want for tokens unwanted, expired.
Seeking ways to leave the past to the past,
This mausoleum she would retire,
Were these memories from her mind not cast.
She sees the hand, on the wall is writing,
Taken as inevitable and bad.
With these thoughts she is constantly fighting,
She lost. Her life eternal isn’t sad.
Were I to disagree, some would concur,
Though who’s to say the writing was for her?

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Afraid to Say

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These hands that hold my mouth closed, force my words
Back into a void cave, wishing release.
My silence grows, like so many caged birds,
In this well of censors I can’t appease.
Truly, I’m not powerless to resist,
Yet fear, my nemesis, paralyzer.
Fearing not change, but the resulting list
Of failure, by she, the analyzer.
I must stand and resist her, fear of change.
The fear of what I am meaning to say.
I will succeed though the fear still remains.
Therein it will drive my courage today.
I look back on the battle for my soul,
I, with clear eyes see, the hands were my own.

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Rejection

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Humidity clung to her skin,
warm and sticky. Her clammy hands
in her lap, knotted with anxiety.
Thin strands of hair stuck to
her brow. Like cracks in her face.
Fine wounds in an otherwise
perfect porcelain complexion.

Why are you so afraid? She mouthed
quietly to herself, wiping the sweat
from her forehead with the
cuff of her sleeve.

Because.

The angry, soft voice replied.

You are no more special today, child.
No more than yesterday.

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Her Face, in the Movies

Disclaimer – I am drugged, and this may make no sense.

But it what it is.

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When watching that crucial moment in a movie, and you find yourself sat on the edge of your chair-your face leant forward, almost pressed onto the screen, engrossed in what is about to take place; its the moments like these where you unconsciously learn the small micro expressions and tell tale lines that flash across the face you ware watching. These unintended signals that tell you everything. What you learn evolves into an affectionate recognition. The smiles and the downward looks as they think about what to say next. And even better, the laughter where the head gets thrown back and the arms and hands come up in joyful openness.

Her hoodie trying to hide her morning hair and the crazy faces frozen in time for long enough moments to cause a giggle. Excited eyes telling me excited stories. I love this girl.

You are my favourite movie. The supporting actor is the veteran who vacuums his lawn, and on occasion the tangents we go off onto (totally having to pause the actual thread of the movie).

A bear, in a cinema chair, with a box of popcorn.

Wanna go on a date with me?

Borrowed Time

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The moments we have are not our own,
Borrowed time and borrowed home.
What time we have we spend and we,
Commit too much and become debtors. He
Lends only a fixed amount,
A sum so high that we can’t count.
That is a number we’ll never know.
Spending each minute as if our last so,
Once our last is spent it’s no suprise,
If lived as such the rest of our lives.

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Days Debt

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A forgotten day found
At its end.
A silent and empty sound,
In my head.
This something followed me home.
So far.
What it was, lost in the loam,
Now marred.
Beneath the earth now buried,
Remembered.
I miss how I was carried
Through December.
With winter at its end,
And springs birth,
There is a maddness to which I tend,
Not of this earth.
My follower I’ve discovered,
This shadow.
By the light its been governed
And fallow,
This tired soul waits.
For tomorrow.
Now my sleep baits
Are low.
This is how my fatigue collects debt.
One payment will be missed I fret.

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