SUICIDE BRIDE

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

The ice could never thaw your bi-polar caps
Watched you draw the maps
To your twisted synapse

A coiled maze of soiled gaze
A Spoiled phase
To amaze

Were there in panic
When you became manic

Placed between
A spaced two-faced

Never knew
Which was you

Tasted the fear
From the sneer
As it grew

Tried to drown the ills in my head
As I saw you
Down the pills
By our bed

I was a mere shoulder to cry
As I wiped the tear
From your eye

Crossed the road to avoid
When you walked on by

Hand in hand with another
With your plans to smother

The decree was a simple bargain plea
To annul thee
From all responsibility

A live-in lodger with no room in your heart
A ghost in the presence
As we drifted apart

But I knew
I would be alright

As I remembered you
Dressed in white
A suicide bride in plight

You were mine
But just for one night

[SandalsParticipant 4253]

*sigh* Yeah… I actually know what you mean with this poem. I think you hit the nail on the head.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Sandals wrote:

*sigh* Yeah… I actually know what you mean with this poem. I think you hit the nail on the head.

Did you marry a suicide bride too?

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Dude, good job.

You have a knack for the right word, which a lot of people have, but can they form coherent compositions, aimed at men, which are both didactic and emotionally empathetic without sounding sounding authoritarian or cucked?

Not many writers could imitate your poetic achievements bro. There, that’s my sycophantic nose in your ass for the day. LOL

[HermitParticipant]

Combover, old sock, I actually liked this one, probably the most of all you’ve written. No grotesque perverseness and it was actually readable and made sense. While reading, pictures of the story were forming in my mind.

Your neurotic synapses have finally released something good.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Dude, good job.
You have a knack for the right word, which a lot of people have, but can they form coherent compositions, aimed at men, which are both didactic and emotionally empathetic without sounding sounding authoritarian or cucked?
Not many writers could imitate your poetic achievements bro. There, that’s my sycophantic nose in your ass for the day. LOL

As always, appreciate the praise and feedback from the genuine members. I believe you are the type of specimen that I would align to in the big bad world.
I hope you are doing alright.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Combover, old sock, I actually liked this one, probably the most of all you’ve written. No grotesque perverseness and it was actually readable and made sense. While reading, pictures of the story were forming in my mind.
Your neurotic synapses have finally released something good.

I hope you gave me a like, my only ambition is to have more likes than you.
Yes, this one came to me last night. Composed in about 10mins. Have the first line in my head, then work from there.

There is currently only one poem that has made me shed a tear. “Father, I’m coming home” Personal to thou.

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