Streets painted with love
Now stained with blood
Allah, the all loving
Has taught nothing but kindness
His love hates the blood under your nails
His love is benevolent
His love is TERRORISM BECAUSE OF YOU
Any news is good news for satin
The Devil's name flashing across or television screens
"Islamic State claims attacks on Paris"
********
You tarnish the name of peaceful worshippers
You ruined refugees chances at a better life
More lives will be lost at the hands of racists
BECAUSE OF YOU
This attack on the west has done nothing for Allah
But hurt his followers
And hurt their families
Satin's satire stained the streets of love forever
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
She rises as everyone falls
Her white complexion pristine as always
Men have fought for her pale face
Yet, when faced with her dark side, they cry in horror
A beautiful outsider
She wanders alone in the stars
Her wonder intimidates
Her grace frightens
Her love kills
Under her glow men commit ****** and monsters come out to play
Around every corner satin's satire drips of the tongue of ******
Adultery runs rampant
Respectable ties exchanged for leashes of pleasure
And briefcases for whips
He sleeps in a long sleeve shirt to hide the lashes
Dinner was cold when he got home
But he forgave.
At church
The cross burns a whole in his forehead
His lips slightly stained from last night
Mind not on the sermon, but on his next excuse
How can he admit to losing everything to a drug test
She picks up the phone with a grin on her face as if he could see her through the phone
Another faulty excuse of overtime
Of course the plastered smile stays
But she can't find reasoning marketing should leave bruises on his wrists
Her children are her only ball and chain
Her soul had left her years ago
But her body stays to care for them
An empty shell
Selene walks into the stars once again and waves the wife over
She swallows more than ever and spins to the sky
Selene guides her to her soul and they walk together to watch
Her son calls from his room for dinner
Her daughter throws her phone because she didn't have service
Her husband screams because the collar was a bit tight
Selene, desperate for company, begs for her to stay
And she does
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
A thank you letter
Sip your venom and exhale your dioxide
How do you lick your lips when you have daggers for teeth?
Your stained wife beaters serve as a constant reminder of what I refuse to become.
Your hatred ruined my childhood optimism
And showed me this world is not golden
I guess, thanks for showing me what a real man looks like
One who splashes fire at those who sit in the same hell
What was once a sweet tinkling sound now rips me back to my childhood
You showed me how to manipulate people with words and destroy them with a taps
Thanks for the incredible tolerance
Both mental and physical
Thanks for being my drama teacher and preparing me for this endless play we call life
Thank you for the little things
For the runs around the park when I considered suicide
For the trips to the pool where I would swim to the bottom and wait for someone to get me
Thanks for the times you helped me pick rice out of my knees after I was done kneeling
My decision to never be a father was very easy. I will never let a child thank me like this.
Thank you for teaching me what a cycle is and how it works within families
Thanks for family values
Family value #1: family should me nothing
Family value #2: unconditional love does not have to be mutual
3: false hope is enough
4: your replacement is your rock
5: adultery? dismissible. Feminine? Loathsome inexplicable despicable shame
6: you are a fraud if you walk without God even if he ignored my sin
7: what do we now know?
I now know how to control my anger
I now have control over my emotions
I now know how important it is to love myself before anyone else
I now know how to be independent
I now know how to stop this cycle
But you won't know
You will never know that I am no longer your son
You will never see me be the pink fluorescent
You will never hear me say I love you truthfully
In fact, you will never hear the truth
You will hear what I want you to hear
You will see what I want you to see
You will think what I want you to think
But you will know nothing
And I thank you for that
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Moist cement leads to broken metal doors which hold in the pungent scent of the orange air fresheners
Click, ding, swoosh
Everyone rushes in to pretend they have a purpose
Broken earbuds serve me no purpose other than the universal sign of "leave me the **** alone"
Leather wrapped around foam in neat rows
Lined by green tint
And topped with arches of metal
I squeeze into the last bit of routine and look out into the green tinted world
My reflection stares back, judging me
I pretend to ignore him, but she demands attention
They get a firm grip on my hair and tear me from my leather *******
She tells me that there is no hope for the one I pretend to love
He says she has no doubt in their soul that I'm making things worse
I'm suddenly sitting in a metal chair
I feel bound to it, but I'm not
She does it for attention
He has the option to get up, but they stay to hear the truth she has to tell
They do it for attention
You are doing this to ourselves
We can get up from this chair but he doesn't let yourself
We do it for attention
She feels the chair get hot where he sits
They know he can get up but she feels he deserves this pain
He are not bound
We is not bound
They were not bound
She won't be bound
He must be doing this for attention
Attention from whom
They hid her chair for as long as he possibly could
She lied saying he was cold...in June
He made jokes when she couldn't come up with excuses
She didn't do this for attention
He sat in the seat because it is her fault
They can get up at anytime
But I don't
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC