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    dots Submission Name: Poetry's New Dictatordots

    Author: mojymo
    Elite Ratio:    6.43 - 50/59/41
    Words: 198
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsPoetry's New Dictatordots

    The subject of Love dictates
    the poetry of this age.
    She flaunts and pouts,
    removes backbones,
    which melted flesh hugs tightly.
    Tap dances with Misery on your scorching shoulders.
    We blame Passion for this masochism we share.

    Instead of holding hands,
    we entangle ribcages,
    and let the hearts beneath
    be dampened by another's blood.

    And still we sing as blood massacres our words,
    distorts their ugly faces,
    and decorates them with flimsy hearts of gnawed flesh.


    Love never becomes tired with Her popularity,
    never ceases to be amused by the drama we
    hang ornately on the tendons of our wrists.
    The tug and pull of the hook stuck in unrelenting tissue.

    We sit backseat to Passion's constant pressure,
    twittling our big toes and playing tic-tac-fuck-me-over on our breast bones.
    Our palates vibrating in our mouths so fast
    our teeth chatter, loosen, shatter, crack,
    and finally bounce down our gullets,
    thrilled to be disposed.

    While dumpsters replace our molars
    (rotted by the sweetness of Love's taste).
    They await discarded wishbones and vacancies.
    Then we bloody our gums in our desire to let them go.

    End: 12:20 pm
    Sat. Sept 5, 09

    Submitted on 2009-09-04 23:21:10     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This is so true, love is like a fire that burns down all that it sees, it is like a double bladed swords that can cut away our pains and also cut us down in pieces. Love is like an explosion that can go both ways, blowing us off our feet or blowing us to pieces. Indeed a very unstable misconcepted feeling that each of us experiences in our own senses. You have conveyed this powerfully and described it in a just manner. I loved the piece and all that it has to offer. Brilliant! Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this!


    | Posted on 2009-09-11 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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