I gave pain an anesthetic sick of seeming pathetic
Cutting misery’s spleen with claws of wolverine
I threw melancholy off the tenth floor balcony
Agony I do ignore as she bleeds on the mahogany floor
Oh, such deeds are chaotic, maybe I’m psychotic
Or maybe I’m saving me with this vivid imagery
My smiles no longer a bastard, in me look what he’s mastered
Tonight, I give my pen to laughter, as she writes this chapter
No more waiting for the sun to rise I can close my eyes
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Mark for stopping by
lonnnie
thanksman
hello paul,
I really related to this poem, especially these lines:
Agony I do ignore as she bleeds on the mahogany floor
Oh, such deeds are chaotic, maybe I’m psychotic
Or maybe I’m saving me with this vivid imagery
My smiles no longer a bastard, in me look what he’s mastered
Tonight, I give my pen to laughter, as she writes this chapter
No more waiting for the sun to rise I can close my eyes
I think this could be rapped!
always, Cat
thxcat
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Poetic emerge Sense
Fantastic writing again Paul!
I think of graphic animation when
I read this,
or Storyboard art of which I love.
This poem has such a fast tense vibe about it.
"My smiles no longer a bastard!" wonderful
line.
Thank You!
(I'm inspired to write with Punctuation.)
esker
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paul
My smiles no longer a bastard
now that is an interesting way of wording
Nice going you are evolving as Lon staed
Chrys
ha
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This is wonderful. I love it,
This is wonderful. I love it, nothing to add. Richly interesting poem Paul.
Ann
ann tanks
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