29 7 / 2014

"Some poems
slide off my tongue
like a drop
of scotch whiskey
Others must be lured
from my throat
with a hook and bait
But there are some
that need to be carved
from my flesh
and slapped down
on the table
like a piece of meat"

Max Mundan, Butcher Shop Poetry

© David Rutter 2014

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29 7 / 2014

Imagine
If all your thoughts of them
Morphed into
Song birds
And each time they broke your heart
A bird lost its voice
And died
-HZ


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Imagine
If all your thoughts of them
Morphed into
Song birds
And each time they broke your heart
A bird lost its voice
And died
-HZ


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27 7 / 2014

She saw wrinkles
On her heart
Scars on her soul
Tracing them
She saw the lining of a picture
That lies there
No more
-HZ

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She saw wrinkles
On her heart
Scars on her soul
Tracing them
She saw the lining of a picture
That lies there
No more
-HZ

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27 7 / 2014

My muse visited me today
Asking for a tale
A poem
I told her to leave me be
I’ll write about him
No more
-HZ

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My muse visited me today
Asking for a tale
A poem
I told her to leave me be
I’ll write about him
No more
-HZ

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26 7 / 2014

In search for freedom
The blind man
Grasped at wisps of
Smoke
And threw away
Gold
-HZ


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In search for freedom
The blind man
Grasped at wisps of
Smoke
And threw away
Gold
-HZ


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22 7 / 2014

Make me
Your 8th deadly sin
Then show me
How much of a sinner
You are
-HZ

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Make me
Your 8th deadly sin
Then show me
How much of a sinner
You are
-HZ

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21 7 / 2014

Oh greyhounds
And beautiful hurricans
I feel The wind leaving my lungs
Forgetting it clung
On your Words
Taking leaps & bounds
In a mind unknown
-HZ

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Oh greyhounds
And beautiful hurricans
I feel The wind leaving my lungs
Forgetting it clung
On your Words
Taking leaps & bounds
In a mind unknown
-HZ

#hurricane #poetry #poem #write #writersofinstagram #poet

20 7 / 2014

I write letters
To Aphrodite
Asking if beauty
Was the real reason
He loved her
Or if he
Loved her at all
-HZ

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I write letters
To Aphrodite
Asking if beauty
Was the real reason
He loved her
Or if he
Loved her at all
-HZ

#micropoetry #poem #writing #writersofinstagram #aphrodite

20 7 / 2014

And we lay awake
Til we dont
Spinning stories
Sitting still
Refusing
To leave each other’s sight

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And we lay awake
Til we dont
Spinning stories
Sitting still
Refusing
To leave each other’s sight

#micropoetry
#blogger #writing #writersofinstagram #poetry

19 7 / 2014

Dear Mr. Clem

I have never been a fan of history.

Although, history is just a collection of stories of those who lived before us; the heroes and villains of our age, I have never found an appeal in reading the tales of our times. I have always prefered the fictional, and this, may be a fault of mine.

You see, the concept of history repeating itself has always scared me.

Once, you told me a story of your pain, I could tell from your narration that you left out the parts that really hurt, fearful that I would judge you or hold it against you I do not know, but you never told me the whole tale. But even when you cut pages and chapters from the book, I could see you bleeding through the papers, cuts and bruises showing through your eyes, through your words and I could not but want to help you…save you.

You told me about how your pain was repeated two times over; how you never thought you would get punched in the same place twice, how it hurt both times as if they were the first.

I told you about my pain, in detail, leaving nothing out. I told you of every cut, every scratch, every arm twist, every heart twist and I trusted you with what is left with my blood and you promised you would never risk it.

History, dear Clem, tends to repeat itself, and I see the pain coming back my way. I do not know whether it is reassurance I need or preparation. I do not think I’d survive the cuts again.

Maybe that’s why I stick with fictional stories rather than real ones; in fiction, I can control what happens to my characters, I can stop the hurt. In reality, however, I can only try and brace myself for what is to come.

I hope you stocked up on band aids, I may be needing them soon.
Love,
H-


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Dear Mr. Clem

I have never been a fan of history.

Although, history is just a collection of stories of those who lived before us; the heroes and villains of our age, I have never found an appeal in reading the tales of our times. I have always prefered the fictional, and this, may be a fault of mine.

You see, the concept of history repeating itself has always scared me.

Once, you told me a story of your pain, I could tell from your narration that you left out the parts that really hurt, fearful that I would judge you or hold it against you I do not know, but you never told me the whole tale. But even when you cut pages and chapters from the book, I could see you bleeding through the papers, cuts and bruises showing through your eyes, through your words and I could not but want to help you…save you.

You told me about how your pain was repeated two times over; how you never thought you would get punched in the same place twice, how it hurt both times as if they were the first.

I told you about my pain, in detail, leaving nothing out. I told you of every cut, every scratch, every arm twist, every heart twist and I trusted you with what is left with my blood and you promised you would never risk it.

History, dear Clem, tends to repeat itself, and I see the pain coming back my way. I do not know whether it is reassurance I need or preparation. I do not think I’d survive the cuts again.

Maybe that’s why I stick with fictional stories rather than real ones; in fiction, I can control what happens to my characters, I can stop the hurt. In reality, however, I can only try and brace myself for what is to come.

I hope you stocked up on band aids, I may be needing them soon.
Love,
H-


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