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"The Forgotten Lover"
On a day with a sky like tarnished silver
she set off, suit case dutifully rolling behind her
like a dog that had been beaten too many times.
Although mistreated, it carried her needs within it
close to it's canvas heart,
keeping them safe and dry just for her.
Faithfully it will fallow at it's master's heels
until it's zipper breaks and it's wheels roll off
and it's pockets are as torn and shredded
as a lover's broken heart.
It seems she will have no choice but to bury it
in a green, smelly graveyard,
an empty pizza box for a grave marker.
 ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Wed Mar 22, 2006 @ 01:27am · 1 Comments |
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Okay, this is an edited form of a poem i already wrote, but i still like it.
A friend, above even my reckless dreams
with a winter's shy, silver blush
will only whisper translucent lies to me
as she turns to the boy
made from cold concrete and barbed wire
she lovingly embraces.
Never will I be securely held
by her soft, p***y willow arms in summer
when her hair is down
and moves with the wind like the leaves.
So I sit and watch as she cuts into my chest,
exposing my madly beating heart
to her winter eyes,
blinded with affection for her concrete boy
and leaves me to rot in my blanket of snow,
the cold, white lie she drapes over
the wound she inflicted.
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Thu Feb 23, 2006 @ 11:29pm · 1 Comments |
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"Apology"
rainy days pass
like spring breezes
and give birth to
a thousand flowers,
a fitting apology
for it's despondancy.
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Sun Feb 12, 2006 @ 08:18pm · 1 Comments |
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"Sick of You"
My stomach churns with sour envy
My throat is sore from hateful screaming
My limbs feel heavy and tired with the pressure
My head aches through too many violent thoughts
So I went to the doctor,
and he said you're my disease.
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Sat Feb 11, 2006 @ 12:47am · 1 Comments |
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"Tequila's Perception"
Taken with three shots of tequila,
life becomes rather funny
People gettin' beat up
and stealing cars for money
Beautiful models on the runway
are prisoners of silicon
Prozac makes you shoot yourself
You're out of minutes on your telephone
These are now all halarious scenarios
so bartender, another round!
I'm gonna get piss drunk
or else I'll hate this ******** town.
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Wed Feb 08, 2006 @ 08:09pm · 1 Comments |
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I got my mom a valentine shaped like a bunch of roses. On the inside i wrote...
I couldn't afford any flowers
so this will have to do,
and since you also wanted a poem
I wrote this just for you.
heart
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Sun Feb 05, 2006 @ 10:39pm · 1 Comments |
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"My Top Drawer"
In my top drawer my pan flute played a tune
and the ballet slippers got on it's toes and spun
the tarot cards gave a reading with it's runes
and discovered the ballet would run.
But the Russian phrase book didn't like the dance
and the kung fu shoes wanted center stage
so when the cards encouraged their prance
they both flew in a rage.
The slippers where kicked by the kung fu shoes
the flute was sworn at in Russian by the book
and as the tarot did a reading to see who'd lose
I, hearing the noise, decided to take a look.
When I opened the drawer they all jumped to their place
everything was peaceful and all was right
none of them left any trace
that they'd had a fight.
It's amazing what the things in your top drawer will do when you're not looking...
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Sat Feb 04, 2006 @ 01:19am · 1 Comments |
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We walk together, silent,
and i can't help but notice
your beautiful slender body
carefully matched clothes,
perfectly done make up (though un-needed)
clashing like christmas colors
against my messy hair,
coarse features
and sloppy make up,(very much needed)
I should be jealous,
but i am happiest when you are with me.
It's lonely sitting next to you,
it's lonely standing alone.
ash_nazg_durbatuluk · Mon Jan 23, 2006 @ 09:54pm · 1 Comments |
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