Open Poetry #47 |
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toothpick people |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA ![]() |
i don't understand how you could sit across from me making people out of toothpicks on the table top as though we weren't in this restaurant where you just picked a fight with me and made me cry no, i will never understand why your face devoid of all emotion your eyes a stony cold you rearrange your little toothpick people to suit your liking as you once manipulated me before the days you had to resort to making scenes in restaurants just to set me off i can't help thinking you see me as one of these little people lifeless and without feelings as though i had a wooden heart as though you were master of the universe having, wanting, needing total control of me There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
This is heavy stuff!! Very thought provoking, enjoyed. Kat >^..^< |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
So much truth here on manipulation, great expose! Love it. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Stand up straight, Smile and walk away. Leave him with his toothpicks, Good riddance, damn quick. In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal. |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Thank you all for your comments. I appreciate them. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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