curb stomp

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    • hannahxP
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    oh saver the panic prior to your very own metiforical emotional curb stomp, i promice you that panic like a wave, will carry you through.

    curb stomp

     

    I’ve been beat.

    Now here I am at your feet.

    Foot to head, teeth to concrete.

    I wonder if this is my dead end.

    I wish my fate would bend.

    I taste dirt mingled with sweat and tears.

    There’s only one word to describe my feelings: fear.

    I wish I could take back what I’ve said,

    Take back all I’ve done.

    I lay on my stomach, broken glass breaks my skin.

    I feel his foot lift, here it comes.

    One. swift. kick.

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    HarverTomsson commented on curb stomp

    08-17-2011

    If this is metaphoric, a great little write about retribution all out of proportion to the offense. If this is anywhere near autobiographical, some serious stitches are in order. One chilling read. And yet, there was something to enjoy here. Something called style.
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    hannahxP

    08/19/2011

    metaphoric for sure, just to clear that up :) and thank you =] im glad you liked it

    BrokenHeart2009 commented on curb stomp

    08-16-2011

    I like the how you put the words together in a trapped song of desperation with a hint of hot to be crushed by a kick.
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    BrokenHeart2009

    08/16/2011

    I messed up my comment I meant to say I like how you put the words together in a trapped song of desperation with a hint of hope to be crushed by a kick.

    hannahxP

    08/16/2011

    thanks=]

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

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