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The name I call myselfI etch my name into my skin:The name I call myself by HereLizaKnight
Funeral arrangements per the family's request."Don't send flowers. They'll die, too."Funeral arrangements per the family's request. by everystupidstar
Defy the StarsI will defy the very stars in the sky to be where you are.Defy the Stars by EnthusiasticArtist
Mere gravity could never keep my soul at bay.
With thoughts of kissing your lips no distance can be too far.
Not even the four elements could keep me away.
Fate may form a different story at hand.
Destiny is silently seeking a tangled way to keep us apart.
No true love can ever been planned.
I will stay true to the course as long as you keep me in your heart.
My love hold on to what we have and what can be.
As long as there is hope I will not let go of what the future brings.
Someday for eternity you will be with me.
Yearn for tomorrow I will come to you on love's delicate wings.
HighwayHighway by jackgunski
My ears felt to be two feet from my shoulders.
The ground shifted beneath my feet
as I walked down the highway.
Pine trees drove their cars down the street
and honked at me.
My head fell off and I scrambled around to pick it up.
Meanwhile, cars swerved around me,
barely missing me.
As I put my head back on,
I looked at the green sign in the distance.
It had a left arrow and “DOWNTOWN” in bold letters.
Stumbling across the highway,
there was my fumbling little body,
trying to find out where I was.
I peeked over the guard rail and saw
a mile long cliff leading downtown.
My little body tripped back across the highway
and jumped the back of a truck headed in that direction.
The car drove down a steep hill,
I saw beyond the pine tree,
whose head was sticking through the sun roof.
The sun cast elaborate shadows across my face,
and the highway burned into my eyes.
An Autumn StarDark morning, monitor bright;An Autumn Star by tirasunil
drowsy from drugs, weak and weary,
three a.m. sits uneasy with me.
I count pictures of you I'm not a part of,
chill of the moon falling on my shoulders.
It takes less time than expected.
You were so beautiful,
aloof and shining like a golden sun;
I cringe with each new revelation,
reaching out to touch your face through the screen.
Heat rises in me, apart from the cool of the night --
even with the mountain air on my breath,
your smile still does things to me I can't explain.
Maybe it's the medicine talking,
maybe it's the lateness of the hour,
or maybe it's just my imagination,
but I know things haven't changed for me at all.
You're still an autumn star I can't quite place,
just when I thought I had all the lights named.
Goodnight, I whisper, and close my eyes softly.
Still LifeAs a child I planted a singleStill Life by DylanSeto
seed where the sidewalk ends,
near the place of your remains.
It grew into an oak; strong and rigid.
Every autumn, I would watch
the leaves as they wither
away; as if to tell me that the
darkest times are coming
And that I should brace myself
For your death
Winters, I spend looking out
Into dusk, and admiring
the beauty of still life.
Through your slumber
I patiently wait for
The ferryman to carry
You home, but I've yet
To feel your warmth set free.
Springs, I see the branches
Rekindle their light,
I see the sunshine
For the first time
In forever ago.
I feel at ease.
I feel at home.
The Murderer ( 9 )When the photograph was takenThe Murderer ( 9 ) by hockeymask
it was a day like any other day
but it would define me in newspaper print
on the screen behind newsreaders ' heads
my visage would look forever
like a postage stamp
on an uncollected letter
and before my name
would be the word :
The Murderer (18)He was a really good artistThe Murderer (18) by hockeymask
Could have taught for sure
There is no one to send his things to
After 42 years
Who would there be ?
He was just an old wizened stick
Another old lag .
They cremate them now
Go in the prison garden
Her Majesty still has
Habeas Corpus .
There is a new one in tomorrow
"Never to be released ".....
I will be long retired
And living up the Coast
Before this one is even half way
To becoming part of the garden.
Scarlet InsanityI lock myself in a room of iron and marbleScarlet Insanity by TrulytheTempest
As I slam the door behind me
My bloody hand gets tangled in
The dying ivy climbing up the walls
I finally free myself and stumble to the mirror
Voices of a thousand outsiders plague my mind
As my reflection writhes in the mirror
Blood streams down the glass
My red eyes gaze upon it
Both of us scarlet equals
Demons no human has ever faced materialize
As they ruthlessly dance inside my eyes
The blood slowly dries to a stinging clot
Let the shadows consume what is left
I will laugh, but smile no more
1. Dear Father (Poem)Ravenous unspoken words,1. Dear Father (Poem) by MrScaryTemptation
They pray on my soul
Liberty trapped like birds,
As dark as coal.
Forgive me for I have sinned
I once wished upon a dream
Whom turned colder than the wind
And emptier than you deem.
This is an ode to silence
Which held your disappointment
Intertwined and unresolved violence
To whom I never found atonement.
Heaven may you save me
From errors, one too many,
To forgive the affliction
In which my heart found conviction,
For I'll never be
What you wanted to see in me.
We are brothersDoesn't matter if you're near, you're farWe are brothers by IzeBerg92
We are family, wherever we are
All the disputes, the discussions, no matter what
We will always be bound by our blood
Everything that happened and what we've been through
I don't care, I'll always be there for you
If one is down we'll help him up
Do what you want, we won't budge
Through all the good and the bad times
Three guys bound by indestructable ties
I have to apologize, tell you that I'm sorry
As long as you are here, there's no need to worry
Even if I wouldn't see you, I would always care
Whatever may happen, I will be there
Because we are there if one of us suffers
We will stand as one, we are brothers
The Angry ManOh, how we were like strangers thenThe Angry Man by markmoyers
'Neath a wing of starr-ed hen
And did a plane suspen'
In the errant voice
I felt I had no choice
Only a surplus
Did dare display
Though none tuned in
Black windows dripping sin
Feminine eyes that judge
With the reaping
Of harvests long ago sown
With powdered dust of bone
And the ashy cinder of stone
To mark the resting place
Quiet autumnal grace
Sprouting from the ether
Not alive or dead, but neither
Grist for the mill
Shorn off in ragged flakes
All that breathless soul it takes
That bends like churning flame
And burns from its tomb a name
In an etch of scorch
A far remembered front porch
A twilit child
Swung through the dark wild
A game on a television dialed
A black bug thrashing in chocolate, all riled
The Angry Man in the other room
Can I go back to the womb?
Waiting for the b
I should be livingWhere I am emotional, your love is plain casual.I should be living by pytryseck
I wonder what you feel. Why can't you be sensual?
You bring down everything I have believed in.
I'm planning to die today! I wanna give in!
What makes me fall for you is one great mystery.
I should make you a history. I should be living!
Rohanblacksmith hammers shoesRohan by Llunamarigolde
neath Summer sun by rivers
burbles and children's
in night fires crackle
flutes ere hoof-beats keep
the drumming of life,
the Rohan way on display
horses proudly snort!
EscapedI'm stuck in this world.Escaped by TrulytheTempest
A deeply conflicted realm,
where everything is so hard to catch,
and so easy to lose.
But soon, another world calls,
than the one I'm trapped in.
It beckons, speaks to me.
And I am the only one,
who hears this solitary voice.
If I try to ignore it,
the voice only persists.
And it almost seems,
like I have no choice.
But I still succumb to its breathless words,
its tempting promises,
offer up handsome rewards,
if I explore this foreign land.
Now as I travel, light-years away,
my old life is erased.
The old planet crumbles,
lost in a long-forgotten galaxy.
The sparkling blackness,
the mystery beyond,
quietly entices me.
As the universe spins,
I get this feeling that I've finally...
The Slightest MoveThe Slightest Move by jackgunski
Don’t worry about it.
Don’t think about it.
Don’t look at it.
Just go into the room
And walk past it,
Like it wasn’t there at all.
If your eyes avert,
If your breath stops,
If you bite your lip,
It will know you’re there,
And you’re on your own.
You will only be in the room
For a few seconds,
Walk in and out,
And you’ll know it’s there,
But you cannot let it affect you.
This will be the greatest
Acting challenge of your life:
Pretending that you’re
Alone in the room.
Fare thee wellThe rain falls on the dalesFare thee well by KM-Rasco
filling silver streams that flow to the great beyond,
The rain follows the land to the great forests
Feeding trees whose leaves cover our road.
Snow flakes fall from cloudy skies
They become a great blizzard before us,
Winters grasp tightens on the mountains
The pass becomes a heavy burden.
Light fades from the sky
the clouds pass on to other skies,
The night falls onto land and river
we all lie beneath the stars.
Over streams that flow to the sea
under blue skies we must go,
In great rivers hidden beneath
in darkness that eats the greatest lights we muster on.
Through lands hallowed
and seldom walked we're taken,
The journey has brought many times merry and glad
alas sorrow was never far away and the sadness still holds.
Light fades from the sky
the clouds pass on to other skies,
The night falls onto land and river
we all lie beneath the stars.
The journey is nearing is end
The memories the road has brought won't go forgotten,
The road has left many a burde
Thank you for the nail polish~ A Free Verse PoemI wear nail polish everyday,Thank you for the nail polish~ A Free Verse Poem by lightbleueyes
Whether you see it or not,
It's always on my fingernails,
And it never goes away
It reminds me that no matter what,
Your inspiration for others,
Will always stain this earth
Just like how nail polish,
Stains on your clothes sometimes,
And it doesn't matter how hard you try,
Because it always stays with you in the end
It's like little photos,
On your nails and,
It takes my breath away,
Every time I see them on my nails,
And it takes my breathe away,
Every time they gloss over
It'll always be with me,
No matter where I go,
A little kite of memories,
Will always fly with me
So Thank you for the inspiration
Thank you for the nail polish
ThingsI could go on livingThings by markmoyers
What would be the point?
Secrets and secrets and secrets and secrets
Behind closed nighttime doors
Things not privy to
Things I wished could be unlearned
Songs I wished could be unheard
Wrongs I wished could be unburdened
So long, so old
All the things that can only be guessed at
Blind black rivers
Faults in me
Things that don't matter
But still hurt
The land of make believe
My home a shack beside the swamp
Twinkle the sad stars
The silence of the bog
Permeates the gaseous fog
At the end of the Earth
Gathers his firewood
But does not burn it
It rots away
In a musty corner
The cellar dew
Forming the lost tears
High in the sense of itself
The sickness in the air
Breathed in wet and deep
Wheeze in haze
Signed, printed, and gold stamped
Kimi eDo you remember, my friend,Kimi e by noemiluisa
That simple tune we used to play,
It would take us high into the sky,
Lost into that labyrinth of blue?
Your lovely smile and warm hands,
They showed me a peace I never knew,
Your lively attitude guided me onto a path,
I'd never have dared to take alone.
Yet, it's with joy in my heart,
That I can turn my back on the past,
And take the step to change myself,
Thanks to your light into my darkness.
Such an extraordinary person you are,
And everyday I'm more grateful,
Because you see me as your friend,
Secretly, I wish this would never end.
You are so strong and yet so fragile,
Makes me want to try to protect you,
From whatever shall come in our future,
And I would be satisfied with your happiness.
Hence, even if we are far apart,
Whenever you gaze up at the distant sky,
I ask you to forget not, my dear,
I'll be on the other side whispering:
"I love you".
A Conquering AttemptYou try to conquerA Conquering Attempt by TrulytheTempest
It is a sick injustice
I will not be ruled
Nature haikuA lake and a pondNature haiku by amirunthenoob1
have the faces of nothing
they always reflect
Crimson SakuraSakura Blossoms fall to the groundCrimson Sakura by KM-Rasco
they land upon a mound,
there they become dyed in crimson.
About a NoseWould it bother you, suppose,About a Nose by Nightshade03
to have an extra-largish nose?
One of most great size and clout,
a long and splendid grandiose snout!
Extensive length and highest peak
Does make a most impressive beak.
A button nose is so passe,
you see those almost every day!
But would it not be mighty fine,
to have one grand and aquiline?
With long and curling nostril hair,
so dapper and quite debonair!
Perhaps with rings accessorized
to decorate your schnoz so prized!
For a sniffer is not just a snoot,
It's power is quite absolute.
A tiny nose one cannot count on,
why have molehill instead of a mountain?
A lovely nose so elephantine,
magnificent, regal, majestic, and keen!
It is a face's greatest pride,
and therefore must be dignified.
Your poise, aplomb, and elegant grace,
will be as plain as the nose on your face!
Wherever you go, all shall behold,
Your princely trunk, so lofty and bold!
To see what any man is worth,
you must appraise his nose-ular girth.
And so I say, in final conclusion,
drive-throughthe drive-through is a magical place—drive-through by pages-of-poems
an enchanted kingdom
where your every wish,
where my every wish
arriving at the gates
there’s the smell—
the smell of grease and fairy dust
there’s the look—
the look of deep-fried desire
and oh there's that twinkle
that sparkle as the symphony
of sizzling grills
of over-flowing milkshakes
feet stomp on break pedals
and my window opens in
perfect unison with the gates to
this miraculous land
I utter my spells
recite my charms
at the very end—
I want fries with that”
Mad Little BirdOh that's niceMad Little Bird by Wolfs-Pain
Isn't it little bird?
a little tickle
a shiver down your spine
twitching fingers that scratch
clicking against the floor
eyes never stay still
oh yes it's nice
can you hear the whispers?
from the wall
that nagging voice that lies
but oh it sounds so nice
bad things it says though
evil little monster
Are you trapped?
no never that
always free and running
that's always nice
pretty colors in the dark
oh? you want it to stop?
foolish little bird
what is there to stop?
your own mind?
oh no it never stops
you are all shiny now
oh that's very nice
hush now little bird
they are coming
they can't see
they would hurt you little bird
take away your nest
make you fly away
that's not very nice
watch them though
such pretty dances they do
not smart like us though
it talks again
you want to fly away?
bad little bird
no place to fly
in a cage we are
oh but don't worry little bird
I have a key
what is it?
oh but you just see it
Modern KnightModern Knight by jackgunski
Honor doesn’t exist!
It’s a lie!
A knight in a modern city!
Clashing with everything,
Clashing with itself,
Unable to fit,
Nowhere to park!
We return now to a police chase in progress,
Police chasing a suspect in a full suit of armor
Through the city.
He just jumped over a fence,
And the police took it out behind him-
-I’ve never seen anything like that
In my entire life!
Let’s look to the judges,
Six and a half,
And a seven and a half!
Not bad for a police chase.
Sitting in the middle of church,
We return to our knight trying to
pray to his lord and savior
But he can’t stop making so much noise!
What wacky and hilarious adventures!
Why did he bring his horse in a church!
And now the horse won’t stop farting!
Modern Knight will return shortly
After these messages…
Do you need silver polish?
It’s all the rage amongst you knights out there
What do you need silver polish for?
HOW ABOUT A WAR?
That’s right, and if you call right
GenerationI share these dotted linesGeneration by DylanSeto
with the voices a crooked
generation. gone like the wind,
I am amidst a tornado,
learn to navigate space and time
among fleeting moments. degenerates.
Framed?Shattered glass upon the floor.Framed? by Sethyas
A bloody wall, an open drawer.
DNA and finger prints on the knife.
He insists he did not take her life.
040Dear Mother,040 by brownhairedmaiden
The radio is spitting out harsh cords,
And I'm cramped in the back seat
In between puffs of smoke.
The weed brings me back to
Dark rooms and broken glass,
But they're laughing all the same.
I've had double shots of fireball,
But I have no appetite for the heat.
We're skating around a park,
And I skinned my knees
On the idea that I have
Everything under control.
Under all this skin
we're just a bunch of kids,
Following the rules
And breaking our own
A Meadow Abandonedlying in the fresh, green grassA Meadow Abandoned by TrulytheTempest
I saw you, standing over me
your bright hair and laughing eyes
merging with the vivid sky
but when I stretched my hand towards you
you disappeared in a haze of white mist
I think you've become one with the sky
and here you left me, on this earth
with nothing but crimson spots
and the jeweled bracelet you always wore
Far-Away LoveFar-Away LoveFar-Away Love by Michel-le-fou
Special verse for Puabi and ChiharusMoon
The faint glimmer of the moon
Through the dark, blanketing clouds
Sets me to dreaming of far-away love;
A face like hers1among the stars.
So here I sit, beneath the moon,
Despite the rain and wind;
I am longing for that far-away love,
Yet I must love her from a-far.
I can not go to meet her now,
Nor can she come to meet me;
But her voice2 whispers into my ear
And her face I see.
Morning MystiqueMorning MystiqueMorning Mystique by Michel-le-fou
Morning coffee means more now.
Alone again, in our chosen cafe;
Today, not as usual.
The table we sit at may be the same;
We two are not.
She wears an eye catching suit,
For my eyes alone;
The steam from our coffee wafts upward,
An erotic mist, around us.
She leans towards me, and half-whispers,
She smiles, eyes shining.
Our faces draw nearer,
Our eyes meet,
Our lips touch to kiss.
We drink and look again;
Her shine has not faded.
She has caught more than my eye;
She has caught my heart.
Where I've beenCaught in the mischiefWhere I've been by OreoApocalypse
That lights up your eyes
Watching in wonder
For what it implies
Wrapped in your arms
With the warmth of your skin
Melting the cold
Of where I've been
Down dark alleys
Up hidden streets
Where the people move
To different beats
Through rain and storms
That I can't compare
To what most term
To life as fair
Held under darkness
To drown in the tears
And be suffocated by
The worst of fears
Lost in the thoughts
And tried to break free
To find the light of what
I couldn't see
But where I am now
Feels more than right
Like I've finally made it through
The darkest of nights
Wrapped in your arms
Where the warmth feels safe
I no longer feel
The need to escape
And the light in your eyes
Is a spark of change
For a life that needs
Ghazal of EvolutionGhazal of Evolution by PariahLycan
above bone, sharp teeth rise from proud jaws to evolve Life.
above steel, soft paws struggle feebly to devolve Life.
inquisitive tongues sit anchored to fevered minds
waggle desperate, eyes due north. “what will it involve, Life?
pretty clever fingers dance to create, bloom alive.
jealous hands wring, bring hurt, revert. want to dissolve Life.
all the poor little whelps crawl, sinners, call for mother
“are we lost? resigned to the dirt? will you absolve, Life?”
celestial velocity mounting, quickened stone
poor Jacob lost, the world will not wait to revolve. Life.
FeverThe heat breaks like shattered glassFever by The-Story-Spinner
the shards rippling off the pavement
like the surf of a forgotten sea
the sharp edges pounded by waves and wishes and sticky fingers
until they come to rest in the crooks of necks and shoulders and protected places
round and polished as beach glass
until the heavy air runs like wet silk through fingers
and night sinks in like a soaking wool blanket
suffocating, but disintegrating fiber by fiber
Monsoons Part 2MonsoonsMonsoons Part 2 by Michel-le-fou
These heavy rains drive me to deep slumber;
Slumber, giving way to dreams.
Like flocks of sheep, I count their number;
Until my eyelids close,
And I drift away to remote and tranquil scenes.
Quiet pastures filled with flowers;
Short, soft grass on which to lie.
The rain pours down sometimes for hours;
I can hardly open up my eyes.
So I stay asleep, counting drops like sheep,
Until I hear that sweet whispered call
Ah! I would lie like this all day long,
While the monsoons fall.
MonsoonsMonsoonsMonsoons by Michel-le-fou
What care I for these monsoon rains?
Let them pour down hard and fast;
Let the wind blow like a hurricane;
It will abate, and we will have calm at last.
These rains may keep me behind closed doors,
Until the sun shines from above;
I care not that the rain will pour;
I am safe in the arms of my love!
here are the words i have left.these fields of rainbow roseshere are the words i have left. by XSwan-SongX
have too many bloodstains
today; their stems were
severed too soon -
cut short. saltwater drips
in the dust as each
precious life is
in vases and death counts
to half-mast, loved-ones
choke on memories that
linger like flowered
and cold to the touch;
it only takes one
hateful man to kill a field
of flowers, to cruelly
take what he never
those flowers left behind
into something beautiful.
i kneel in the broken garden,
and wonder how a world
full of hate
could still hold
so much love.
From a boring town in California~ A PoemSo the weather is sunny I guess,From a boring town in California~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
And pretty close to LA weather if you think about it,
The only difference is that it's pretty boring here,
But the view outside the window looks nice
And the news is... well there is no news
I'm just a tiny bit paranoid that maybe,
My neighbors are watching me but it's fine,
Because if I ever become famous,
Nobody is going to care enough to come see what I do
It's pretty okay being a Youtuber and an Artist here,
Yeah it's not as interesting as San Francisco or LA or even New York,
But whatever boringness that comes with this,
You just have to make it up in creativity
And the reason why my art is so strange,
Is because there's nothing in my environment to draw inspiration from,
So instead I actually listen to the ideas in my head
And the reasons why my videos are so strange,
Is because theres nothing to film,
So as you can imagine I have find ways,
Weight of the Skya debunked Atlas bucklesWeight of the Sky by BlackBowfin
not under the plague-weight
of our bi-pedal locust swarms
nor that of the terraformed orb
of our war vessel,
but under the weight of the sky
and all the love we've lost to it
it's not the mass, but the weight
of energy prayed into it
times the tonnage
of us doing nothing
to stop ourselves
this weight backs the currency
of unlinked limbs and ghosts made,
drives market valuation
of the lives caught between
what we already have
and what we can take
with reasonable casualty
these holes in our logic and faith
become the dark of the gap
where the switch opens
and the divine spark breaks,
we stop being human
and everything around us
just stops being
it's here, in the locust shell
where what's lost, exceeds
many times, what's taken
and it's why Atlas buckles
for, to carry this earth
would be a milder sentence
than to maintain a middle
so desperately deserving
to taste the end we exhaust
so carelessly and heavily skyward
038God whispers my sins to the roses038 by brownhairedmaiden
but I only hear Him when they bloom—
From galaxies to dirt,
Through rays of fire to clouds of rain,
Despite all you've done, you are still my daughter.
HegemonyEach one was alive, except for I,Hegemony by RedRavenHood
Sacrality evading the mundane child
Who places the sacred outside of itself
At the feet of false idols and prophets.
Stones in the mouth of those in the pews
Who worship at the altar of the popular muse,
Whose modality is what the masses choose
As the hegemony of the time.
Hear the voice on the road to Damascus,
Calling the servant to a higher consciousness,
Take no bearing of the shrouded ideologist.
In nothingness, we are, together, enshrined.
Half a RibI wonder if anyoneHalf a Rib by Lissa-loo
ever stopped to think
about language and how
one cannot escape the male gender.
We are fe - male, s - he, wo - man,
we are man - kind and hu - man.
We are always a "girl"
even in our own thoughts,
told to be a lady, act like a lady,
and when we bleed we are wo - man.
Why couldn't the Hulk be He-Hulk
like She-Hulk, or must the defining
words of our own super heroes, must be
like Super Woman, Cat Woman?
Right, we are still part of Man,
half a rib, bow your head Mary
mother of Jesus, bow your head
Magdalena, the whore.
Hello Princess, Hello Angel,
greets the stalker man who is a demon
in disguise, ready to harm, to cause fear,
did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
No, for the sweetest taste for us
has always been the Fruit of Knowledge.
No, for we crawled our way out of hell,
empowered by our sisters and mothers,
the generations before who educated us,
who scream "Lift your head up, bow to no man!"
Yet we women, mothers and maidens,
burnt and accused for serving the De
School CountdownOn Sunday when I couldn’t sitSchool Countdown by BackwardsGray
I decided to compile a list
About why I hate school
With a very clenched fist.
1, the top of my list is homework
papers making a smirk
At me, why do you exist
I don’t know how I get by with all my guesswork.
To those people who are always
If you don’t move over; I’ll hurt you in so many ways.
3, next are the teachers
those vile creatures
Always willing to blow their own trumpets
And then they get angry when their class is full of sleepers.
4, when it comes to tests and this is true
To actually pass, how can I pull through
I can’t stand those who cheat
But who am I kidding, I do it too.
5, to you couples, I insist
Nobody cares about that person you last kissed
I could go on about how much I dislike you, but you get the gist.
6, let’s be real about bathroom breaks
School staff just like to raise the stakes
To make sure you’re late
Do they realize how long going to the restroom takes?
Transportation of the low-livesBrain stuck between ear buds, shit out of luck, caught on the short busTransportation of the low-lives by HollywoodRaptor
Irritated and inspired by what he saw on Lock, Stock (Spoiler: it was 2 smoking barrels)
But the young mind received too much “Bash and Mangle” as he was driven by some dude named
Harold was a 40-something close to 50 and spaced out he swiftly drifted corners
No one noticed the continuous maintenance of armor or ideas the guy has harbored
During all the years he dragged his corpse into the bingo parlor
He never gave a fuck about the little kids in the back, all he’d ponder
Is when he would see the kid’s parents holler from yonder
It always seemed a wonder when the day has ended
Which is when he steps to the bar to have his spirit mended
On lonelier nights the hours would get extended
Giving greedy love to the broken one-armed-bandit
That ain’t much of a wing flap with your head smashed flat; you can’t do a thing with that
But I digress, Harold wasn’t ha
Wild Fog (Song)In greater dawn you were the one who lead themWild Fog (Song) by NNeurons
In midnight calm it's you they seek to overthrow
Be the hunted
Run in wild fog
Ghosts of bloodshed
Feet at death's door
Rejoicing crowd for a crown returning
Your body rots, their cheers delivering your corpse
Fresh blood spills the room, your tomb in amongst them
And all the world will know the saint has died in vain
Be the hunted
Run in wild fog
Ghosts of bloodshed
Feet at death's door
A hunted man, in vain you ran, for them you fall
Spirit gone, now all that lives on is burning embers
Be the hunted
Run in wild fog
Ghosts of bloodshed
Feet at death's door
Gambling BlindFrom diamonds, spades and heartsGambling Blind by Monocephalized
I feel the deck has parts
That never suit to what I might
Call just for mine to see, and all I am to be
With just this hand of fading light
The morning bends the blooms
To fill an empty gloom
That always changes every night
The vase if overflown, and tears I’ve shed and shown
Make such a poor place for their life
I feel this world is bare, a room with naked air
Devoid as any I could hide
Though maybe strange to bear
I feel this naked care
Is all I have to give away
I gamble clueless to the open break
And pray a wind will have my chance
I feel this world unfair, may still give loss its share
And maybe someday turn in kind
Beside or on a dawn
While I lay sleeping on
That very dream I hold with fright
I hope the birds will sing, and salt and sea and sting
Will never touch my naked plight
From midnight, dawn and dark
I wait to find that heart
That will complete my missing sight
The window waits with me behind it
For that one calling of my light
RetributionThe chirping of the birds high up in the treesRetribution by Sethyas
puts my heavy heart at ease.
In stories, it's fields like these in which animals play
but no animals will come out today.
The sky, darkening and dreary, fails to rupture my calm.
Nothing staggers me now that I've resolved my qualm.
Cries of children carry mothers failing to comfort or quell.
I lay in this meadow and prepare for hell.
The chirping of birds puts my clouded mind at ease.
The cold wind grants my clarity while I feel my soul freeze.
I reach toward the sky and pray for release.
As I close my eyes now, in one last moment of peace.
Hell ChemicalsSwirling through the skyHell Chemicals by TheBlackRam
Blackening the stream
Breaking ground and stone
It burns fierce as fire
But light is absent here
Resistance is denial
For the science is secure
Greater good pacifism
Making marks everywhere
It's a curse, it's a cure
Breathing through a filter
Won't filter out the world
Your words are sterile strikes
On the living, breathing earth
If all that burns is profane
What exactly will remain?
Perfection is not a lesson
To be taught by chemical weapons