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So as you guys know I have been writing with the wonderful Just Patty on some poetry. In this post lies the lost poetry which never made the final-cut. Oh and look out for the movie poem I wrote in here too, I hope you enjoy!
My Lost Poetry
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You tremble like you’ve seen a ghost,
Strangle this pencil until you’ve seen it broke,
Angle this metal around my throat,
Angry heckles cheer me and goad,
The blood floods as a tap-dancing spectacle,
Fee-Fi-Foe-Fum; here I come,
Trampling on all of you speckles,
Top gear, can’t stop here,
Forgotten voice and a lost ear,
Dumb,
Broken toys and stolen tears,
Young,
Frozen poise with lonely years,
Numb,
I’m a chocking noise, coughing clear,
Stun,
I’m faced with a frightening facial facelift which leaves me faceless, let’s face it,
A fascist facade merely frames him.
You fondle my trigger,
You eat this blast,
Gobbled up forever,
Re-tweet your last gasps,
I’m what you call a wonder weapon,
A wandering apex predator, Dexter,
I love safe sex, I always bring protection,
Loving face kisses then I bring upon the reckoning.
From 8 Mile to the Green Mile,
Tonight is Date Night,
Upon the Jewel of the Nile,
Superman, take flight,
It’s a Dark Knight,
That’s right, Pitch Black,
We’re on a Star Trek towards a Star Wars,
Resistance is Futile,
The time is Twilight,
I have A History of violence,
I’ve got my Goal set in my sights,
My Event Horizon,
Cannibals in space,
An Animal Rat Race,
Mallrats in the Bat-cave,
Battleships on a rampage,
Misery hates a blank page,
A Mammoth heading for an Ice Age,
Frozen,
Indiana Jones on a bad day,
Godfather kissing me on the hand,
Jot in my Vampire Diary,
Jurassic Park theme park rides all day,
Are we there yet?
I will never be Grown-up,
I can’t stop laughing.
Out of Sight,
Out of Mind,
Good Will Hunting with words,
Well, I’m out of mine,
So you can’t see me, right?
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