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March 3, 2008
When I was sent this piece my first reaction was: Panties, need new ones.
ThornyEnglishRose says: Too Late by =ghostlove is quite possibly the angriest poem I have found on dA thus far. Every word is injected with venom that only adds to the poetic excellence.
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Literature Text
It's too late, buddy. Your attempts at appeasement
on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength.
It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -
too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight.
You thought you'd won -
I thought you'd won.
We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,
and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing
to your every sensual desire, seeing situations
where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading.
I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything.
My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will
and hid in a cupboard when you had visitors, ashamed.
You were not expecting my ascension. I spent so long
trying to please you here -
on my back, as I was used by you
for every sordid fucking pleasure which caught your whim -
You were not expecting your toy, your breathing doll
to speak, to have a mind. I caught you off-guard.
It's too late, buddy. Your pussy-on-demand has a voice
and it has teeth -
and the next time you dare to come near
it will bite.
on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength.
It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -
too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight.
You thought you'd won -
I thought you'd won.
We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,
and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing
to your every sensual desire, seeing situations
where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading.
I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything.
My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will
and hid in a cupboard when you had visitors, ashamed.
You were not expecting my ascension. I spent so long
trying to please you here -
on my back, as I was used by you
for every sordid fucking pleasure which caught your whim -
You were not expecting your toy, your breathing doll
to speak, to have a mind. I caught you off-guard.
It's too late, buddy. Your pussy-on-demand has a voice
and it has teeth -
and the next time you dare to come near
it will bite.
Literature
Tanka Series
1.
dry leaves-
I remember
the perfect spiral
of my worn
pigskin
2.
asking her out
by email
I proofread every word
then-
delete
3.
flipping
to the free space
in my journal-
but how can five lines
hold autumn dusk?
4.
sorority bake sale
the girl I dumped
last year
serves me
a cold brownie
5.
Thanksgiving-
above the
dinner prayer
the howl
of a stray dog
6.
fall carnival
the tarot woman's hand
warm
against my own
7.
even in the cool
of night air
the rose
climbing
her ankle
Literature
It's Hard To Break Bad Habits
If I allow my tongue to
touch the top of my teeth
to the bottom to utter a
"I Love you"
tonight, does it mean I
can't say it again?
I bite my nails
as I recoil, remembering
the bad habit, barely making
progress in this patience
plaguing, somber, far from serene
nightfall dream.
12:31am,
two minutes since we last
said our good-byes,
good-nights, good-wishes of
sleepfully peaceful mind shows.
Feels like an eternity since
we last spoke, while Eternity
waits by the door,
readying to again make my heart
long so long for you.
~she has always been
so successful in her
endeavors~
Literature
i am falling with you
i.
there is no need in this, only want.
ii.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i dont know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you cant see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
iii.
i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wis
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03.03.08 - D'awwww. Thanks to ^StJoan and *ThornyEnglishRose for the DD.
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Oh yeah...you deserved that DD. Raw emotion. Unbridled. Truth. You gutted your soul on paper. Nice. And I was politic over a poem. Gonna go change that error now. Enjoyed our chat the other day. Finally got to sit down and browse your gallery.