tauanthology

Here, take this blade.

Stab, where my heart lies, or between the eyes to sensationalize.

Twist, the savage barbed edged device, so in writhin agony he dies.

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For fear, this is the fate.

Pain’s severe there’s no disguise, but you will hear no sullen cries.

Tear, the blade out; hear, no dyin sighs, only glassy doll eyes in demise.

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aLive

I live

he doesn’t Die

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Here, again take this blade.

Stab, again here, make no mistake make no err, this time with a killer’s flair.

Twist, twist it harder twist it deeper! But please be aware that he doesn’t care.

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No fear, this is his fate.

Pain’s familiar, like solitude in solitaire; a marionette at the circus fair.

Through the gapping wound a fountain flows, he doesnt despair, he doesnt care.

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Not dead.

I did not die.

He cannot live.

Two Faced

    Is life a gentle, caressing breeze
    Weaving through the leaves of trees?
    Or a tumultuous gale with malice
    Tossing the boat in rough seas?

    Is life a baby’s cherubic smile,
    Utterly void of craft and guile?
    Or a wicked grin born in wile,
    Filled with cruel venom and bile.

    Is life an uplifting wind blown,
    Bent on bestowing the winning crown?
    Or a deadly mire pulling down,
    With definite design to drown?

    Does life bring joys in bundles,
    Where only easy jobs one handles?
    Or a bitter race of non-stop hurdles;
    And a hateful animosity, it kindles?

    Is life a sweet bed of roses,
    Which never a harm poses?
    Or a game one always loses
    And every exit to escape closes?

    Is life a rare delicacy
    Spiced with endless variety?
    Or a path of unfathomable mystery
    Thorned with merciless treachery?

    Life indeed is a Janus-
    With a face , fair and wondrous,
    And another, freakish and callous.
    Oh! Lord! hide the second from us!

– Pavalamani Pragasam

found tis poem off the net… tot it was reallly nice..

"For it was not into my ear you whispered,
but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed,
but my soul"

-from some cool dude dudette

Judy Garland

I was a little broken doll

A little broken doll i was,

dressed my wounds and fixed me up

picked me up and patched me up with love

A little broken doll i was,

tenderly recrafted with your gentle hands

moulded whole, into the diamond i was suppose

I was like a little broken doll,

till you opened up my eyes to see

the world around me.

A broken doll no longer,

no longer me; now but an effigy of me

a mirror to your image

A broken doll no longer,

your puppet on strings

your lovely marionette on his six string

No longer a little broken doll