Games of Tag

Author: Runes Elite Ratio:    5.29 - 790 /815 /281 Words: 96

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Games of Tag

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Tagged I'm "IT"! graffiti sprayed bruises claimed bridge marked turf Your Girl. I wear you: claw marks finger prints gang colors Club of Two by invitation only. Exclusive? Maybe Maybe Not. Street Word says Not Really... Common Sense says No. Show me rosters Membership lists Don't say we invented this Don't lie like that! Show me everything Show me my enemy Until their clothes come off, tear away I won't know my sisters I don't know the meaning of what has happened or this word you use: "War"

Submitted on 2011-03-19 05:23:49     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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what it means to be bent.is that we weren't the type to be broken. sure we said the words in bits. sure we thought we where in shifts. sure they said we are to their shits. but we were never the pigs they wanted. because they frontID/forsed the form in a swarm of ill devices. to point out and say .infected Turning VIRUS. calling art the problem. blaming the mirror for their image. to say each bruise was deserved. though they never escape their hell. this we pray, in goddes name. amen?

| Posted on 2014-06-02 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]

Its intriguing! I loved its organic texture sprawling out with ease and without becoming unwieldy. Fighting is a craving, inquisitive fierceness, it lets the disconnected connect in a mysterious way.... Reading Your poetry is both excitement and pleasure.. you make the antitheticals collide to transcend their limitations Very well done!!!!

| Posted on 2011-03-21 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ]

and child's games will become adult games...and make us seem like children again... we don't know how to grow up and grow into each other for real...it's getting dark out, we had better decide to soon before mother calls us in.

| Posted on 2011-03-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

am i your girl? when the clothes come off i see the others with the same tattoo..i am just a conquest...a battle you won...another war so to speak.. like street gangs win wars...like countries win wars...just another conquest...another tattoo to display... it's ownership...now you are mine...to think like me...be my possession... the speaker in this poem not quite buying into it...skepticism... are we really a club of only two... i like the brevity in the lines here..it adds dimension in less words...

| Posted on 2011-03-19 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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