square-head'ed fas-cists
march i-am-bic pen-ta-meter
in such desp'rate rows
with their left–left
left–left
jack-boots
licked
clean
by dim-wits
fool-ish
enough to think
it's safe
for them
false-faced
cow-ards
pale of spirit
yes they are –
they shoot–shoot–shoot–shoot
shoot their guns through wo-men’s skulls
and curse–curse–curse–curse
curse the ******* dying *****
but one–day–soon–now
their masks
won’t be
enough
for them
and con–se–quen–ces
will sure-ly be
round-ing
the bend
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
from my room
winter shivers
through me
like fevers
down spines
or
night winds
down bare trees
the forest
past my window
stands silhouetted
against
the dusk-rusted
skies
as
dim
thieves
reaching for
and
surrounding me --
I'm captured
as by her
and so
just as then
I'm ******
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
I wanted to tell her that I liked her
That I thought she was very pretty and I was happy when we were alone together
But I couldn't
I could never find the right words
I wanted to confess my feelings in an eloquent way, with beautiful words spoken gracefully in a romantic setting
A cathedral with her face stained in glass and my body on a cross
Anything less would be inappropriate
Laughable
She is so strange and gorgeous and bright that speaking to her normally feels surreal
Her presence in my field of vision seems unnatural compared the mundane surrounding
It makes her almost spectral
When I touch her I expect she'll shimmer and disappear and, in a way, leave me feeling relieved
The very fact of her existence terrifies me
If something as beautiful as her can exist, something equally monstrous must also be lurking somewhere, in the dark
A counterweight to her majesty
The possibility is terrifying
And if that monster does exist, I think that, probably,
it's lurking in me
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC