The Good Wife-Introducing dmo Nietzsche

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In the game of love
She was the queen
Not a Pawn to the king
Her thoughts were supreme
But once caught by the ring
She was stuck in her dream
But it’s not what it seems
2 sides aren’t symmetrical
If they’re not identical
When you watch the second go
They FEEL so forgettable
Emotions are reactions
Their not all chemical
Unless it’s medical
Confined by her fear of change
The walls they speak and call her name
Tell her that it’s all okay
Hold it in don’t complain

The good wife knew when to cry
When to shade her shiny eyes
The spark been fade
but the times not right
Even if it’s all a lie
You told her that it’s all alright
she believed you
Believed it Like it was the truth
Before the “death could Do us part ”
You took the fire in her souls
Made a liar of her heart
Fire turned to embers
Now your sitting in the dark
But tears turned to rain
As they evaporate
You couldn’t ascertain
Why they disappear
Just to come back again
She comes back repeatedly
So fiendishly she’s bowing to her deity
Strategically she needs it to end peacefully
But all the time together couldn’t
separate them evenly
sincerity slowly turns to hostility
Instantly her palace an instrument in her captivity
Now under siege his words artillery
Her cries and pleads of stop your killing me
Now just please god finish me
Shed rather die than live submissively
If she dies she still submits you see

[I write words,sometimes they rhyme. Lynn, Ma. poet in search of peace of mind. -dmo]

I Don’t Care….

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I don’t care… cause you don’t care… this shit ain’t fair … the love ain’t there….
But I keep on holding on… even though the love is gone… cause the thought of moving on is scary…
You’re the one i’m supposed to marry… or at least be fuck with till we’re dead
Ain’t that what we said?
How the fuck you gone live without me… how the fuck you gone fuck with out me?
Who am I even kidding? You’d be okay without me.. sorry for making it about me… I just thought you were all bout me… but you’re not…
right?
Sorry for all the questions.. you hate when I ask you questions. When will I learn my damn lesson? Fuck… I did it again…
i’m rambling…
But baby I need fucking answers… baby we beat fucking cancer.. we should be able to beat anything…

I don’t care anymore……

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Now at Liberty-A humorous break-up poem by Dorothy Parker

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Little white love, your way you’ve taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart’s forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Well do I know there’s no returning;
Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done.
All of my days are gray with yearning.
(Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)

Little white love, perplexed and weary,
Sadly your banner fluttered down.
Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
(Which of the boys is still in town?)
Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
(Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)

Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
Now I must wave you out of sight.
Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
(Who’d like to take me out tonight?)
All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
Little white love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)

A striking mix of poetry and story

@KaremIBarratt I am she, Who screamed at the night, Demanding justice for her blood, Spilled by a knife, Legs held by the mothers who Were supposed to love her. I am she, Who held her baby tight, As the bombs teared her world, Walls falling down, her child Of light, now the colour of earth. […]

via She — Singing Heart

The Defendant Rises

Thanks for the tip, Christine, this is mind blowing work!

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It never got easier
The way obedience usually does,
It gets heavier each year.
I was here in the beginning:
The territory is changeless.
Wasn’t I submissive
When the pastor said my mom
Got beaten because she wasn’t?
If she weren’t a contentious woman
He wouldn’t have to raise his hand.
Didn’t I understand?
When my pastor wouldn’t talk to me
Because my gender forced sexuality
Just like my abusers proclaimed
I didn’t complain.
When I discovered he’d known, for years,
What they did to me in the dark,
But fearing speaking to me
He just let it be.
Then, when I finally took his advice
Found a nice boy; surrendered to yoke
He broke the plan; he broke my heart
He wouldn’t even witness the vow.
I was never really included then;
Nothing’s different now.
I submit to the pastor
My husband picked out
He preached Jezebel was hiding

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DON’T BLAME ME, I VOTED FOR VERMIN SUPREME

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[Poem and photo by Leah Mueller]

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I voted for a pint of my poems

on my door slightly before dusk,

and found them to be

extra kind to each other today.

I voted for a huge wave

of your profile picture,

with whom I was excited to

see my awkward pre-teen, years later.

I voted for $1,000 per month

helping me in an interesting niche market.

I voted for me with an hour.

This made me be exact.

I voted for a protest vote.

In fact, the skull looks nice.

I voted for a lot of lunacy.

I voted for Mother’s Day.

I voted for Hillary Clinton

in a cool video and wild music.

I voted for a product that my sister

built of automatic weapons,

on top of everything else.

I voted for a fine-toothed comb.

I voted for a hard rain.

I voted for legal marijuana, though.

I voted for me, but less bad,

for someone that

blatantly broke the law.

I voted for a couple more than an hour

layover/plane change in Salt Lake City.

I voted for her mouth,

and literally committed Treason

by students in such situations.

I voted for a sign

telling people not to say anything.

There is already chosen.

America is not quite normal.

And if you’re a Mean One,

in battle with firecrackers

until dawn.

Four Days Left to Submit Your Writing to the March Madness Divergent Literature Contest! Submission Deadline: April 15, 2017

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Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and Secret First Draft are sponsoring a joint Divergent Literature Contest to find new writers for the Collective.

Writing Prompt: March Madness

The prompt can be interpreted any way you like!

Unpublished/Original work ONLY

Each entry should be more than 50 words but less than 500

Each writer may submit 1 to 3 (maximum) pieces of writing for consideration

Last Day for Submissions: 4/15/2017

1st Place Winner will be granted membership in the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

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