Tag Archives: Hurt

SOMETIMES IT HURTS

Sometimes it hurts when I don’t like and cannot hold that I don’t like the way that I’ve been treated. Hurters don pants, +++++but, others of them, skirts– some bludgeon blunt– +++++some prick with spikes– some, passive hostile humbleness +++++and … Continue reading

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HOW ARE YOUR WORDS?

Words. They can be cheap as water. . . and as does water, have much weight. Sometimes one waits to find or allow to come the words, but in some corner, somewhere caught there, they come not out– they dare … Continue reading

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BITTEN AND UNCANNILY INTELLIGENT

Bitten, spanked, and twisted arm, sliced down the the throat, wisdom yanked, and chilled in deeper, deepest places that should have stayed secure and vital, toasty warm. Belittled, quashed by rank pulled rank, defeated, so many battles of will, creepy … Continue reading

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WHAT WERE THOSE WORDS UNKIND AND TRITE?

What were those words, unkind, and trite? The ones that picked and pricked to bring your every single flaw to light. The ones that hurt but somehow dug a deep deep hole and put that nonsense into you. . . … Continue reading

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ZOOM AND LOOM

Whip it up, knock it out, get it done, give me a shout! give it a whirl, keep up the pace! Give your best, your last, your all– so that you stay well in the race!– Don’t lag behind! Don’t … Continue reading

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POETRY THROUGH MY VEINS

Poetry courses through my veins. Sometimes it feels empowering. Sometimes it hurts.

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PAIN DOES NOT ALWAYS LEAD TO GAIN

Pain does not always lead to gain. . . I may not be the one that you or me would have me be, or think I am, but I still remain. . . I have a name. . . I … Continue reading

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