Peculiar Poetry

Poetry with and without reason and rhyme.
Strange is what I strive for.
Expect lyrics and limericks, free verse and format.
Be prepared for bubbly and boiled, terrifying and horrifying.
Keep an eye out for those that provoke your thoughts, and some that bear no thought at all.
Many written for class, and others without much of it.
Feel free. There are no boundaries. Just think.
Consider, Ponder, Wonder, Imagine.
Argue, Oppose, Debate, Defend.
Perhaps you will be offended.
That's good.
Think about that.
Learn more of what you think.
How you think.
Take what you can from what you hate.
I don't seek to preach.
I only speak my mind.
A mind most peculiar.

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30. "Intrusive"

She asks her students to grab their scalpels

He does as he is told 

His fingers curl around the handle 

And a shiver crawls down his spine 

As nervously he turns back to his partner 

It is then that the realization comes to mind 

That he holds the fully capability 

Of driving the paper thin blade into his skull 

And sealing the deal with a wrench

What a horrific thought! 

Surely he would do no such thing! 

But he most certainly could. 

 

Her father snaps the gunsafe shut 

And looks at her in urgency 

"You must only ever open this case, 

If there is an emergency." 

She peers down upon the carpet 

Unable to shake the thought, that 

In a terrible rush of psychopathy 

If she so desired

She may open fire on her beloved family  

How dare she think upon it?! 

Surely she would do no such thing!

But she most certianly could. 

 

She stands behind the business man 

As he orders his cafe latte 

In boredom she drops her eyes to her hands 

And they clentch tightly at the notion

That the man before her would be none the wiser 

If her fingers dug into his neck

And ripped it open in one swift motion  

What in the world was she thinking?! 

Surely she would do no such thing!

But she most certainly could. 

 

He sits alone atop his bed 

Stitching the pesky hole in his shirt 

So intently he keeps his gaze on the needle 

So desperately tries to forget what had popped into his mind 

How easy it would be, what little it would take 

To raise the slender tool from his task 

And thrust it into his eye 

The wretched fear that be may lose control 

And put out his sight for good 

He repeated to himself the reminder 

That surely he would do no such thing 

But the notion continued returning 

That he most certainly could. 

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