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Have you ever felt such utter contempt of a person so lecherous and vile? Can you explain your total disdain of someone who extinguishes your smile? Have you ever had the misfortune of a sticky booger stuck on the end of a finger? You roll it and flick it, try to toss it and wash it and yet does it still linger? Can a person you despise one so torrid and un-wise, empty your thoughts of fun? Why does she live when never can she give, a moment of pleasure for none? How does one, whose life should be done remain to fester and torment? Has she no soul and only the goal of projected torture and lament? When will it end my will to bend her merciless revenge and neediness? Will it consume until I can exhume, the feigned martyred actress? Do you feel the absolute zeal to destroy and conquer an adversary? Where you no longer give and begin to live no more as her canary? |
I note that you wrote this one some time ago and hope you've stepped away sufficiently now to feel a lot better. Poetry certainly is a good way to get rid of pent-up frustration! I wrote a poem yesterday called "Moving On" that's sort of the upside of getting away from such feelings. Take care, Sharon| Posted on 2007-02-11 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ] | Whew, you must've needed that. There was alot of anger in this piece and I'm glad you are able to release it through your poetry. Even with the fustratrating emotions you must have been feeling, you were still able to write it in couplets. Kudos for that. I think that's all the thought I can provide. However, one last thing. It doesn't really feel complete. At least, not to me. There is no sense of an ending? | Aken Sol | Posted on 2006-11-30 00:00:00 | by Aken Sol | [ Reply to This ] | |