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C. Knappe

C. Knappe

Obtuse Poetry

Able mounted, swift.
You are crescent shaped and rigid,
Colloquial, simply complex
Paradoxical, congruent
Absent minded
Arbitrary
Angelic
Gravely pessimistic
But glad to be so
Confused and
Daring
You are eloquent
Flagitious,
But as a saint
Masked perfectly
By your cynical nature
Deadly, but beautiful
Devastatingly so,
I am perplexed
Calm conundrum
Diffused
Bodied in wax
Paraffin
Plastic
Silicone
Stone faced
Wicked
Able mounted, swift.

(2013)

This poem wasn't written to make sense. It's solely a poem written by description, alliteration and clever wording. You aren't supposed to understand this piece of writing, just allow yourself to be confused, it taints the edge. Enjoy.

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The Black Sea

I feel it again, The cold seeping into my veins, Like dry ice, My heart hurts so much, I can’t bear to cry
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Truth but a Folly

Never have the pangs of desolation… The world is as beautiful as an ic… Cutting through the glass walls li… In this light, the shadows seem al… or dim coves,
Colours

I see a perplexing array of colour… Most prodominantly reds and yellow… They form a shape, not just any yo… The shape of happiness, The shape of the free.
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Measures of Gold Folly

If I to follow as a deer in the m… You would be but my caravan of bet… I witnessed the cruel ingenuity of… I seem to feel less pain that way,… You do not feel, as I do, fled wi…
Radiance

I’m simply sweet; serene, I’ll have your heart in my palms o… And the next appear as a dream, I cannot travel, my dearest love, I rest as embers burning temperate…
Lost Puppet

Do not fret, You are but a lost puppet, The show must go on, Bright smile, where are you? A slight kick,
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Just thoughts

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The Whether

I feel the cold against my skin, My mind is whirling yet again, A thought, one simple and so pure, Leads my mind only more to lure, I am not afraid. I tell myself,
Pain is Beauty

I have found beauty in all things, Well, maybe not all… but many, I have found it in love, In friendship, In pleasure,
Imbroglio

Patiently stumbling over strewn br… Mildew covered moss Shouting into the void of blacknes… Begging the wood for answers Her mind could not find elsewhere
Caressing Flames

What does it feel like to burn you… Does it feel good, euphoric? As o… Does the tender sensitivity awaken… Or does it merely elude the solid… What do YOU feel like?
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Cherry Mud Pies

Lost... It’s not where I am or who, Per se But something more Like my skin has sulked calmly fro…
Hm.

My mind is reeling towards uncanny… I cannot stop my thoughts from tak… I cannot feel as you all feel, fla… I am not afraid of the unknown as… I would rather wander into the dar…
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Writer's Block.

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