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Untethered

Strewn lingerie
well
socks anyway
litter
the stairwell...

It's not a sexual
awakening

I throw socks
instead of bricks
they lay
untethered from the
feet

my ire
a slaughter of
footware
instead
of your
body

A soft slow motion
attack
of wollen
artillery

the point is made

a scattering of
emotion
on the stairs

better that
than
blood
eh?

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I used to be a great door slamming, throwing object kind of wildcat....I've mellowed....now it's socks!

author comment

Yes, better socks than blood! [Yes, I still love you Killer!] Killer is my anger management. I used to hit walls, break stuff many years ago. Scream and holler and all that crap. Just had to fix what I broke and patch the walls too many times. Now I send Killer to take care of it! I liked the bit of humor and the idea that socks can be artillery. Bet you can't wait for winter so you can use the big guns? LOL. Very nice, funny kind of rant. Thanks, ~ Gee.

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I picked fierce partners
stand offs...
passion..craziness
they made it a point
to let me the angry
diplomat goody two
shoes too do some
political works...and I
was not handsome
but handy....
I put my fist through
a few walls
almost breaking a
wrist once
always felt horrible
afterwards
my mom and dad were
never this type
I would simmer
growl and hiss
bang cupboards
often the face to face
would occur...
they would just
smash coffee cups
too make their point
voices cranked my
ears would ring
and they had more
connects then me
"I'd watch out when
ur riding your bike
out there!!!"

I wouldnt care
I would ride but
I tell U...I thought
a lot about the
little mighty women!

woke up once too
a butcher knife
over my chest
my women had
issues with men
I dont blame them

anger is fear
simple..got taught
that and am trying
to be very aware
of this...

anyway they were
right more then me
they had more
experience..
still do...

if Im right they figure
it out eventually

I just tell em now..
"okay...let me worry
about that!"
that made them laugh
a turning point lately!!

I like the creative
imagination and your
writing..

Thank U!

...

Come on Ellie pull your socks up and just bloody throw a wobbly like the rest of us. Jxxx
Love it, made me laugh. Jxx

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Come on Ellie pull your socks up and just bloody throw a wobbly like the rest of us. Jxxx
Love it, made me laugh. Jxx

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