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Post  Greenify13 on Tue Mar 03, 2009 4:20 pm

The Goodwife.

When we met I was strong.
Where we went I must
Have been wrong.
With your first hit, I was bruised.
With you second, I was sad.
With your third, I became a fool.
As tender skin colored, I cried.
As blood poured from lips,My heart flips.
My anger soars, I would play the fool
No more.
My fists became tight, I knew I had to fight.
I sought for pain, I sought for life;
I would no longer play the goodwife.
Into the wall I pushed you back;
I was paid in return with
A sound Whack.
Your head I grabbed
The mirror it crushed,
I gathered my pith,
As your face became flushed.
I called you names,
My anger grew from my shame.
I grabbed your head again,
And our child cried.
And with it my concentration died,
He came back in a flurry,
We fell from the scurry.
The shards, my back bloodied,
My throat he seized,
The piece I freed.
One thrust, he held firm
Another stab, he squeezed
In harder.
One last stab, and there
He eased.
My throat, I freed,
I rolled him over and watched him bleed.
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Post  Greenify13 on Tue Mar 03, 2009 4:23 pm

My Blood it Pulsed.

You called me bitch
I was repulsed
I punched your face.
My blood it pulsed.
I scream your name
Made you twitch.
This was no game.
I swung, true in aim,
My blood it pulsed.
Your fury soared,
The wall my brace.
I dug in hard,
I scraped your face.
Your blood, it poured.
My blood it pulsed.
You punch me back
With such ‘Hooray’
My blood it pulsed,
I crawled away.
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Post  Tia on Fri Mar 06, 2009 12:09 pm

This is one of my favorites, but I can see what you mean, I don't know if your mom would like it as much as we do.
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Post  Pilot on Fri Mar 06, 2009 9:40 pm

Have to agree that these might be too much for a mother, little one. Hell, it makes me furious to the point of asking where this guy is. I'd like to see if I can still handle combat. Even when you frustrate us beyond reason, you're still for hugging, not hitting.
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Post  Tia on Sat Mar 07, 2009 12:18 am

Is it weird that I like this poem?

See, people do read into it though, so I agree that this one might not be the best one to show. Very Happy
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