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Irretastable
By sIo
Invincibly convincingly destructive
Regardless of the place
I find no solace in my taste
Lest i spit or swallow
The chance is never choice
So I keep stoning birds
And mocking traits
For when the end has come
The silence will believe me
Ticking clocks and wind chimes
Inevitably one will stop
Or fall
Remaining still withstanding wait
Such impatience does not subside
Only to regain its place in limbo
Innocence without crime
Not a one of us claims fault
We begin as we will end
No child recollects their time
Of hate
Spoon bred and lip latched
Who's to say its all okay
When all eyes are on you
Biting tongues and ringing ears
All in and on the table
Predictably with reason
Yet so rhythmically without
Right
Bluff
Like you remember how to play.
Redundantly speaking
I found no solace in this place
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Copyright 2012 Joanna Smith
Published on Friday, May 25, 2012.
Filed under:
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Comments on "Irretastable"
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A former member wrote:
the loss of innocence... this piece makes me try and remember when exactly that was... I dont recall. your line "no child recollects their time of hate", really strikes me... too bad it has to be so true.
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On Thursday, February 7, 2013, PoetessDarkly
(700)
wrote:
in search of solace is hard unless you find forgiveness first. :) allowing yourself to forgive. lovely pen.
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A former member wrote:
Genius! I love your rhyming. Do you ever do open mic? If not you should this would go over good. Love it
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On Tuesday, May 29, 2012, LOKI
(164) wrote:
Damn Slo you have a very perceptive way of writing.Very raw.Alot of emotion.But written flawlessly.Nice
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On Sunday, May 27, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
I recommend my times of hate from childhood, is that odd? Even Sunday school didn't make it better. Good to see you posting again, cheers! Enchanting piece of poetry here, thanks.
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