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 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
bones
She's an alphabet artist
she paints in words,

from a palette of adjectives,
nouns and verbs,

the landscape she finds
in the folds of her mind

she exhibits in volumes of verse.
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
anonymous
I smash open my skull and pry apart my frontal lobe ,
so I could forget how your smile made me felt.

I pull my teeth out with a pair of rusty pliers,
to make me forget the taste your tongue left me.

I tear my fingernails off and replace them with sharpened glass between the ripped flesh,
to forget the tender sweet touch from your hands.

I gorge my eyes out,
so I can forget how you used to look as you slept.

I stab my ear canals with scissors,
to forget the sound of you laughing.

I plug my nose up with mothballs,
so I forget how your clothes smelt when I wore them.

I peel off my skin piece by piece
to forget how soft your skin was.

I can’t forget.
An old poem I wrote awhile back. Would of done the one I wrote today but it's extremely cheesy (and it's just to help me with remembering important figures in Chemistry).
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
anonymous
I love 

with a tender

and a touch

and a want

and a must

and a need

And I bleed

and I plead 

And I agreed

and I decreed

With a wish
To just get
A single kiss.
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
anonymous
Chainsmoking cigarettes 

because I’m worried of 

getting lung cancer
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
pia
Love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing that they won't pull the trigger.
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
J M Baker
The thought
of you
interlocked
with him
as
we used to be
drives
me
to pure
insanity.
I don't know anymore.
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
elias
I'm fixated with you

But you're  leaving me just when I thought you were mine
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
peurdelavie
your
fingertips
were electric, each
touch lit a thousand sparks
and as your hands traced patterns up
my back and you tangled your fingers in my
hair i almost thought we were invincible, a force to
be reckoned with, but we were never enough to light a fire
I haven't written anything in months so please forgive how absolutely terrible this is. Writing doesn't come easily to me anymore.
 Oct 2014 Tony Scallo
Wuji Seshat
Fear too is an epidemic, it stretches out like
An incubation period for a kind of doom
Population control, whispered a silent elite
Who engineer our wallets, our GMO food, our futures

Ebola was a convenient way, of making us fear
Who we once were again, black as a Nigerian
We died alone in deathbeds, isolated plastic containers
For who we once were, our organs giving out

Infection was a spider hand, MSM gave us
False positives, but could the main-stream-media
Be trusted any longer? Wasn’t this just a matter
Of time, an algorithm set loose upon the billions?

Fear is that place, where people go in adversity
It’s hypnotic like an audience at a concert
It’s contagious how the will for self-preservation can spread
Fight of flee, but where to run, out of the cities?

The new normal is a kind of paranoia
While we watch the situation very closely
Every hour there is underground news about
Another case in another country, Ebola isn’t

Your grandmother that only likes good climates
She’s an engineered hypothesis of how mobility
Causes any true pandemic to become a flamboyant outbreak
The comet that signals black plagues has been seen

Fear too is a weapon, when you can’t stop the world
Because it’s too costly to do so, and you can’t
Tell the world not to fly because we’re too free
We left Africa a long time ago, but who among us
Would stand 20 meters from their open graves?
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