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Hurt (Free verse) by Bethy As you turned and walked away,
the painted smile upon my face,
shows faint signs of cracking.
Small droplets begin to form,
at the corner of my eyes,
and slowly,
painfully,
drift downward,
pooling,
dripping,
from the fullness of my lips,
and then vanish,
in the knit of my sweater.
Up the ladder:
Hum
Down the ladder:
An Ode to Teenage Pimple Poets.
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Posted: March 9, 2007 1:05 PM PST; Last modified: March 9, 2007 1:05 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2384057 Overall Rank: 4141 Comments:
Hello Bethy
Thankyou for being kind about my poetry. Sadly thanks to the likes of steve robbins,edna sweetlove, mrc***t and a few others i am leaving the site, i expect comments on my poems not very personal attacks. I will be moving to another site and i will email you with that site not via this public use. Very best wishes to you Peter.
Any further visits to Bourani will be in vain. I do not think I have to explain why. You have gravely disappointed me.
Good bye, asshole.
But, dear Colin/Dr Peter, don't think we won't find you, unless you change your name to Colin Douglas, of course.
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As he turned and walked away,
the painted smile upon her face, . . .