Sta.sh
The proverbial teacher cut my (our) finger clean off...that's when the laughing started.
I promise I'll come around some day.
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wart Canker, sore born of negligence,wart by ~glassbreaker
putrid infestation, un-proud. Colored
wax upon it, nightly visiting tweezers,
scissors, gels and balms, would only
draw attention. Punching bag
on pristine landscape, scratch
on porcelain masque, dirty,
dismal, unkempt. Mark
of devilish intent, ugliness.
Mask it, coward, hide the dirt
speck, "lord knows she wasn't born
with it, just ask her mother."
Better to scab it over, name
it, falsely, "accident." Only
you know better now,
the price on intellect.
from shoulders of ethos, the vain buyer built... ...now sufficiently frail to splinterfrom shoulders of ethos, the vain buyer built... by ~glassbreaker
On the way down from Ethos,
she builds
them; of inconstant strings and splintered
fibulae, woven. Orange
and ochre, light and frail.
Blindly she gathers the veins—
tendons from shoulders
grown. From the broad shouldered
pinnacle of Ethos,
she plummets in sky's feeble veins:
momentum building.
Her fingers, made frail
by wind and splintered
proverbs, collect orange
rays of sunset, the volatile orange
strings of survival, and her shoulders,
though splintered
by ethos,
and seeming frail,
draw those strings to light her veins,
to building
phoenix flame. To build,
one must break.
you also will die Janitor of the new world order,you also will die by ~glassbreaker
I am. Field hand.
Unknown dead-end of evolution's grid.
Cannibal pig,
you are the next highway,
the vampire branch of a dying tree.
Call it like you see it.
Do you see it like it is?
Or power-hungry,
claiming your turn, will
you burn all that grows
beneath your so very highly evolved feet?
Go for it, killer,
make your mark on the god head seat,
just don't take yourself so seriously.
Stupefied 
