eyeronic

Unarmed Combat
The words we utter at each other are laborious and lean.
And warm unspoken truces can be few and far between.
The battle moves in circles. It’s end as yet unseen.
Suddenly,
My misspoken word advances-
a brazen stroll on a newly frozen lake.
Anticipation wells in both of us.
You and I.
Flea and Fly.
Wide-eyed, breathless,
Standing by.

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I hold with those that favor fire.

losthellhound

very well done. Sorry I didnt give it an excellent, but I reserve 'excelent' for dead poets

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

fallen_angel

good work thank you for sharing. by the way anything you write is excellant, you shouldnt have to ask. never doubt your own thoughts, they are all that we can honestly say are our own. . .

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from the Havens I have fallen. . . to the earth as a mangled form. . . writhing in pain, my wings torn and bloodied. . . I have one purpose, only one goal. . . to find you and love you, for I am your. . . fallen angel

vonstalhein

I was thoroughly enjoying it, but i think it needs to be either shorter and more curtailed or developed a bit more.

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