Away Game

Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Nov 17, 2010

So many people fight against the world when the real enemy hides behind their eyes.

Total kills equate into fatal flaws
You,

with your Nobel prize for cat calls
and wicker basket full of fresh picked noble causes

Total kills like braided leather lures
Safe words,

forbidden doors, and bell curve curses
Strung up,

strung out and how long will she endure

Total abandon on a Cutter of jaded convoluted joy
No port of call or place to call home
No soul,

less than whole, just you and your toys

So when it is all said and demonically done
Total kills equate into one

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Comments (13)

cathyjones on Nov 17, 2010
Nice share
Sarah Rebecca on Nov 17, 2010
Quite lovely.
Aiyanna on Nov 17, 2010
Sometimes people lose their wholeness when they thrust into circumstances they don’t want to be in. Sounds very familiar to me. Thank you for enlightening me…. What would you reckon would be the way to rectify this and unkill what has been killed.
Adrn0919 on Nov 17, 2010
Very nicely written. Good job.
webseowriters on Nov 17, 2010
Thanks for sharing
lillyrose on Nov 17, 2010
You had great structured lines in a very rhythmatic poem, very good indeed.
lapasan on Nov 17, 2010
good post.
CHAN LEE PENG on Nov 17, 2010
Interesting read! Unique plot!
BC Doan on Nov 17, 2010
Nice read indeed!
Kaye TM on Nov 18, 2010
awesome share.
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Nov 19, 2010
Thanks guys!
LadyElena on Nov 23, 2010
Very deep, interesting Poem.
Thanks.
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Nov 24, 2010
Thank you everyone. I appreciate your comments very much, I have been very bz and fallen behind in reaching out to everyone so forgive me.

Hi there!