The Snakepit
Well we're a mile under the ground
And i'm thinking that it's christmas
And i'm kissing you hard
Like i've got very important business
And no-one knows
And no-one sees us
Because they're drinking themselves senseless
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing in the snakepit
Well i'm out in a car
And it's just full of stupid girls
And i've forgotten how to speak
And i just can't remember a word
And my eyes feel like they're bursting
And they're splitting like plums
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing
And i'm writhing in the snakepit
song performed by by Cure
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Snakepit, The
Well we're a mile under the ground
And I'm thinking that it's Christmas
And I'm kissing you hard
Like I've got very important business
And no-one knows
And no-one sees us
Because they're drinking themselves senseless
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing in the snakepit
Well I'm out in a car
And it's just full of stupid girls
And I've forgotten how to speak
And I just can't remember a word
And my eyes feel like they're bursting
And they're splitting like plums
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing
And I'm writhing in the snakepit
song performed by by Cure
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Mass Suicide
A swarm of africanized honey bees,
Decided to commit suicide,
Because their queen told them,
It would be the fastest way to heaven,
And they would be enlightened.
Quickly, a scout found the source,
For their demise, and returned to the queen,
With the news, who instantly ordered,
All drones, breeding males, and all ladies,
In waiting, to follow her.
Swarming in the sky they located the subject,
Of their ignominious ending and all proceeded,
To vent their rage upon the man walking along.
Once only once they each stung him,
And fell writhing to the ground.
The man was stung several hundred times,
And unwittingly had become the last casualty,
In the mad Queen bee's diabolical suicide pact,
With all of her subjects. He lay dying amidst,
Hundreds of his executioners, writhing on the ground.
8/24/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Where Do I Go From Here?
No explanations,
No reasons,
No goodbyes.
You walk away
Closing doors after door.
Punishing me
for “loving”,
When they say
Its “hate” that is bad,
Leaving me here
Once,
Not once bothering
What if today of pain
I
Shatter or die?
I cry my silent tears
My soul wailing,
And
writhing in despair
I cry.
You were just a dream
But love
It was real.
Wish could read you clear
The clutter was too loud,
The fog too dense,
Distances too wide.
O how my heart rocks
With my sobs
You will never hear
Blindly
I followed you.
Pray,
Where do I go from here?
Lately,
my paths converged
on you,
My life sap
were you.
Where do I go from here?
To hell or heaven,
Either ways
I die
Writhing in unbearable pain
For you never said
goodbye.
So much so for loving you
A thousand deaths
Now I die.
O tell me beloved.
Where do I go from here?
Cause
Homeless,
Pathless,
Painfully
I shall die.
Without you
O beloved, silently
I will die.
-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Kalona
Kalona
Strong, Deadly
Seething, Writhing, Killing
The Raven Mockers call
Fallen Angel
poem by Diana Young
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The souls you have got cast upon the screen of publicity appear like the horrid and writhing creatures enlarged from the insect world, and revealed to us by the cinematograph.
quote by James Larkin
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Path Determines
On a steep track, one has to claim stooping.
On a muddy path, one has to walk balancing.
If it is a rope, one has to move writhing.
The ground is level, where one walks steadily.
One’s conducts depend on the path open.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Inanity Vanity Insanity
Slyly she shyly sees
Things that thinking there
Ought naughtily haughtily be
Verily scarily nearly wearily
Eerily enchanting enticingly enthralling
Scaly slithering writhing withering
Fear prejudice fraught malice
Hope sadness broke promises
Love fleeting life leaving
Breath failing beauty wailing
Why cry vie die
poem by Randy Ashby
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Who Wants War?
WHO WANTS WAR?
Who wants war?
Who wants more dead people?
More injured people writhing in pain?
Who wants war?
Our enemy who would kill us all
And try with all they have
Forces war upon us-
We don't want war
They do-
And we must fight to protect ourselves
Who wants war?
We don't
They do
So there is War.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The real success
With a woman of love
When I talk, I savour her every word,
When I touch, I savour her every part,
And when in foreplay, I savour her every writhing.
The real success of mine lies
In making her savour likewise.
28.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love put on hold
Out there happy lovers
Gather to celebrate their unions
Our love has stalled
You take my love and leave
My pride writhing in sand
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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In Arching Waters
In arching waters
the black bird dances
with graceless step,
head jerks, probing soft soil,
penetrating wet grass
when rearing back primitive eyes
it raises ivory beak
and offers a shining prize,
living, writhing.
captive
to mother-sky.
poem by Steven Federle
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Sheets
Sheets,
Every night you wrestle me down
aggressive and determined to have your way
with your sandpaper grit grip
We are a writhing tangle of arms, legs and
posture pedic mattress fabric
My princess and the Petri's dish wish to sleep
goes on for hours as you gang bang me until
you win.
poem by Sara Fielder
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We Let the Illness In
At first, we both make contact
With mucus membranes,
And we let the illness in.
The fevers we may contract
Fester in our brains,
And we let the illness in.
We won't know how to react
While writhing in pain,
And we let the illness in.
Yet, such is the fate we pick,
Choosing to be sick,
And we let the illness in.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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A Grocery Cart's lament
I see them on the higways and throughways
abandoned under bridges
or trucking the obligato of some homeless urchin
like a destitute's sation wagon
I've seen them stripped bare
toppled and lifeless
straining the filth of a cement river
I saw one hurled from an arch
crushing the sturdy chrome skeleton
the wheels askew and writhing like broken limbs
I saw one bearing a case of bottled water
and a bawling child
a mile from the store
poem by George Murdock
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Word Flame
...Writhing in untamed delight...
I sear your name
...A brand 'cross the fence of my heart...
Scorched and rendered in
Your Flame
...Gravitating towards your longing noun
I've compiled loaded verbs just
For You
...In the heat of passion's vocabulary...
Coraled and harnessed
...Awaiting Our Ride For Two...
poem by Theodora Onken
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Life does not stop
Life does not stop
It goes on
Either in pain
Slowly
Or
Gallops happily
Either smiling
Or
Crying
Either in peace
Or
Turmoil
The only difference is
It either stops
Before time
With a Face
Writhing in pain
Gloom in the eyes
Or
In time
With contentment
On the face
Shine in the eyes
25-02-2012
245-156-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Fall of an M.B.B.S. to an Eighth Class-Rogue.
The doctor scrabbled about his hip.
Vardha felt joy though in acute pain.
Why did she from her level dip?
She found where the scorpion bit a sprain.
Vardha felt joy though in acute pain.
He twisted his body screaming aloud.
She found where the scorpion bit a sprain.
Amazed she was removing the shroud.
He twisted his body screaming aloud.
He was ashamed to point at that writhing spot.
Amazed she was removing the shroud.
Her starved, fleshy body felt so hot.
He was ashamed to point at that writhing spot.
Yet he dared to show and won her heart.
Her starved, fleshy body felt so hot.
She hugged him and abhorred the time to fart.
Yet he dared to show and won her heart.
And met her often to have her treat.
She hugged him and abhorred the time to fart.
She ignored the threats for him to meet.
The Jihadhis warned her for a rogue to keep
but she scrabbled about his hip.
To save him from the gang, she put herself to sleep.
Why did she from her level dip?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Swinging....
I did not will them
dreams of crystals
a stupid calendar of flight
from insomnic past.
Do not want to return to future,
hub of my clouds.
History had been writhing and screaming.
Present cannot redeem my woes.
I ask my bleak, frosted branches
where the birds have gone?
The songs, green hills, divine particles?
When they will enter in frozen affairs?
Anti-matter is now colliding with black energy
I am faltering a rhythm.
helplessly watch a xenomorphic face
disappearing in the blue sky.
poem by Satish Verma
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How can you sleep like sleeping?
You can not ever sleep like sleeping
Only seeing in the deep and endless sky
Taking deep sigh and drinking poison
With your all arrogance and pride high
In your eyes I see the waves of the ocean
Making low and high tides with the sound
Of roaring and with a raw burning, the Pacific
Left calm less and to raise trouble ruffled
Writhing with unbearable pain heart and spleen
How can you sleep like sleeping?
When you close your eyes you see the bird
Can not fly with an arrow pierced the heart
On the ground helpless lie, when you open
Your eyes, see, pain has been washed away
By the little drops of the dew of the night.
The more unknown becomes the world,
The known face moves strange around.
From the wounds blood still dripping
How can you sleep like sleeping?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Fukushima
Twisted steel, writhing iron
grasping girders
bones of failure
but power
still fills
the empty spaces.
Before, it coursed through
thin ribbons, through high wires
tense in the fog.
But now, deep within the devastation
efficient atoms hum in
hot expectation
as delicate clouds
drift
toward the desperate city.
poem by Steven Federle
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