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Torture Controlled
by Alisa Jswhat makes us think
there's a chance in hell
of anything close
to what's been imagined
inside our collective minds
scrunched behind bursts of laughter
during self-infused jousts,
complete with
scripted scenarios,
and perfected resolutions ...
nights we were certain could never end
sighing beyond tomorrow's lazy ways
with one drawn out breath
ha!
if only ...
back in the day, we might have been dangerous
had we known of this power
completely,
rather than wry innocence
we walked in
unaware,
unshackled
and now,
if only
we could conjure up the essence ...
she gazed at him with stars
and a sassy smile,
he glanced politely
biting his lower lip,
to keep the truth from spilling over
this moment.
magic for her
for him,
a perverse type of controlled torture...
12/02/2008 Posted on 12/03/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/03/08 at 04:16 AM Awesome as hell. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/03/08 at 04:07 PM ...been missin' you, you silver-tongued deviless you...i, like gabe, love it and its power and statement... |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/03/08 at 09:39 PM we're always dangerous...we're just blindsided too much too see it. great read, great power. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 12/04/08 at 08:23 PM That was a really great read! I liked this one a lot. |
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