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| The Natalie Essence | |
| By rushwilde | ||||||||||
| 24 October 2008 | ||||||||||
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I don't like the rules of poetry, and I understand that this means I'm not a poet. I'm never going to sit and say, alright, let me write a sonnet. or, a villanelle, or a haiku. I simply love words and how malleable they are, and this is the type of thing that usually comes out of my incapability. Again, this..."poem" is about something specific, and the way it is written is intentional but I'd love love love to here what people get from it. =] It was a portrait of a girl smiling A portrait of a girl I’ve Never, Seen before Heard before Knew before It was a portrait of a girl smiling A portrait of a girl that Was, Tooupclose Too p r e t e n c I o us Too familiar It was a portrait of a girl smiling With, Razor teeth BIG and w i d e; Grim fangs in disguise It was a portrait of a girl smiling Her, Face distorted; Contorted my Mind aborted
All Memories, Of that swine That smiled Before She sinked her teeth Into everything It is the portrait of a sycophant Smiling, Her eyes telling Lies of things Deeper than her Claws those paws rip to shred anything her smile had not destroyed.
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