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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: February 03, 2017

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Submitted: February 03, 2017



I was conceived through a fiery Fandango

Upon Venus’ child;

My father, Leo, tamed my mother,

A raging bull, with white sheet torment;

Birthed by a black glazed bull

With expedient horns;

I was one too, yet blonde

And famished;

Splashes of tickled waves seldom spewed

Out of the void, only grumbles of a

Deep-rooted cave;

For I was cubby with love and the womb

Was my home,

Tip-toe trepid tree!

Unbalanced on a tight-rope---

I ache my peers with the smell

Of drowning asphalt,

Mmy throat, in need of electrical work,

Rustes the gaping fountain head

And floods children's minds;

I am top heavy

And told so;

A guerrilla melts upon my brain

And drips fleshes of puberty

Upon a sewn-era;


As I grow,

I learn to talk less

And less;

Until no one hears me weep

Above the gallows of my waist;

I am yet to reach-and drink

The neon liquids whooshing in my skull,

I’m hacked

And confused


-I must start again

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