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Zipper

Like a zipper...
first the zag,
a sudden beeline
for disaster
spray painting
the sky in ugly.

Then the zig,
irrational choices,
destroy families
of innocent
bystanders,
the crooked soldier.
While growing up
in a society
that can't be
trusted.

My stomach is a
grave for my
emotions.
My mind is a
pinwheel that
spins as it
deflects lies.

And I...
the zig
and the zag
all stuffed together
by the metal teeth
of insanity.

If my outsides
matched what's zipped
up on the inside,  
you'd pay money to
see that freak show.

Instead, you get
to see me for free.

Author notes

Again...a stubborn Muse with a slightly cocked head these days...*scratches head*

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  • JinSays gold member
    December 11, 2008

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    And I...
    the zig
    and the zag
    all stuffed together
    by the metal teeth
    of insanity.

    stubborn or not, you hit the nail right on the head, this is a powerful, take no prisoners kind of write I was looking for..
    It's not pretty, or fun.. damn it's in your face and it hurts like hell and you couldnt have gotten any closer with the end result, to how I feel, if I had written it myself, better yet. . if I'd known the words.
    Your muse should be commended.
    She knows me well, lol
    best wishes in this contest.
    Damn.

    Jin


    • nevadapoet
      December 12, 2008
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      WOW...I am honored!!! Especially since I wrote this when I waxs feeling pretty down...my muse wrote it, I just guided the pen. Thank you so much...I appreciate your very welcome comments.
      Shelly

  • StarPrincess
    December 5, 2008

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    I can identify with this in more ways than one, and even today, yeas after I have actually made good friends who accept me as me, and even though I am treated like I should be, finally, I still go through these same emotions and thoughts.

    This is a very stark poem of emotions and feelings kept inside because even today society cannot be trusted with the legislature bending to the religious right in violation of the first amendment of the US Constitution.

    You wrote theis very well, Shelly, from deep in the heart and soul, and it has a raw message to tell. Many will not get it tho, because they have never been down this road. But for those of us who have, we know what it is like.

    Thank you for sharing, and remember...Stay Strong, because it is in our strength that we can heal.

    Love & hugs,
    Barbara


  • Cannonsfire
    December 3, 2008

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    Well I think I'd hate to get caught in this, for they have mighty big teeth sometimes and they pinch too C