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Killer in me.
The screams in my head,
Drown out everything,
I look down blood,
On my hands,
A knife dripping,
Someones lifeblood,
Onto the floor,
I look i see the body,
A girl no more than,
Twenty five,
Why ? How ? Who ?,
Drop the knife,
It's my nurse,
Calm down,
I'm in hospital,
Drop the knife,
The psychiatric ward,
Oh God what have,
I done,
I slide the knife,
Across my neck,
I hear other voices,
It goes black,
Peace.
By Herakles
Bloody hell Herakles old boy, you 've been a bit busy with the old poetry lark.
Nice one about those frightful oiks in the stolen automobile.
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We stood facing one another,
six surrounding one.
Eyes averting, aware of
the shared emotions.
Emotions which were bubbling
at the surface
like water on a rolling boil.
Depth Of breath,
Gave us away.
As in unison we lifted,
Spun on heel and toe.
Then bgan our glide as
We were led inside;
six khaki swans
My throat stung with guilt
And the sharp edge of
The box gnawed at the bone
Beneath my tunic.
So heavy a box to carry,
So heavy a guilt to bare.
In the flash that surrounds the sun,
when the moon passes between.
He had seen clarity on a dark day
in his greyest hours. From a car,
Witnessing the motions of celestial
bodies, facing out a gaze lost to the ocean.
Slowly the world melted into
Unconsciousness and nausea, breathing
Poisoned air. A mans' life aligned to
a satellite and star his final breaths
were of carbon monoxide
in the front of his car.
And now I have seen life
reduced to nothing more
Than a belt buckle and a shiny
peaked hat. A memory
that is fading from minds, but I tell you
David you never will from mine
This is stunningly good and very moving N dubya....thank you for posting :)Quote:
Originally Posted by N-dubya
herakles you have been amazingly busy, well done on such a productive day :)
World
On the other side of the world
you pass the moon to me,
like a loving cup
or a quaich,
I roll you the sun.
I go to bed,
as you're getting up
on the the side of the world
You are scattering the stars
towards me here, like seeds
in the earth.
All through the night,
I have sent you
bunches, bouquets, of cloud
to the other side of the world;
so my love will be shade
where you are,
and yours,
as I turn in my sleep,
the bud of a star
Carol Ann Duffy from her excellent 'Rapture' collection
Succubus.
Silently we invade the night,
The things of nightmares,
Twisting your mind,
Making you see beauty,
Suffocate dear man,
Give in to me,
So that i may live,
That's right all that you are,
Until your spent,
You foolish man,
It's over,
He dies,
I am renewed,
Where is the next,
Victim.
By Herakles
Just so lovely..................thank you for postingQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Scary...but interesting stuffQuote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Begone fear of hills....part one
Freckle attempts to combat her fears
with a jaunt to north shields fish quay
past the Wooden Doll and five reps of Tanners Bank,
a skoot past the crab man and a smell of tugs in the air,
tired legs are ready for a soak!
PS Harry I need all the tips I can from you on how to become a lean, mean hill eating machine!.................................pleeeeeee eeeease!
Perspective.
Student,
Doctor,
Lawyer,
Nurse,
Friend,
Lover,
Father,
Brother,
Mother,
Sister,
Daughter,
Son,
Freedom Fighter ?.,
Terrorist ?.
By Herakles.