grins

By whisperer

walk me down the twilight tunnel

sort me through your lines of wasted memories



how many times have you all grin fucked me




i step an inch to be dragged a mile


crooked smiles





soft slitted tongues of soured honey





mead is a wonderful depressent



move you fucking left foot, move
one step at a time and we shall be free again


pounding on walls, visionless and rediagnosed with commercial conduct
the dosage is rank with "no you can't" and smiles




smiles that won't even meet my gaze




the face never reached your eyes





enough insincerity
if i want to start a goddamn fight i'll fuckin start one

who are you to tell me otherwise
"you're just being an ass"


damn straight



and i'll apologize when i'm through
this is not personal and it's not just directed at you

you're not that special


not that i am




grin again




grin fuck me











harder




insults and injuries, walk away from it with your head held high
you have proven your heart still beats




be proud











be fuckin' proud

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© 2006 whisperer
Published on Friday, January 27, 2006.     Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"
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  • Jonas On Monday, August 18, 2008, Jonas (720)By person wrote:

    this poem is like a brick though i can't tell which way the wall is going, up or down...

  • A former member wrote: Less abrupt approach to rage, but, perhaps, more effective in its sinister approach.. well portrayed portrait of angst.

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