I watch as my world turns red,
the price of withholding such rage.
I let my anger burn until I am dead.
Lay down in your silk white bed,
time caresses then cripples with old age.
I watch as my world turns red.
Swallow the lies that I was fed,
causing a wound that you cannot bandage.
I let my anger burn until I am dead.
You care little for those who have bled,
satisfied with a kingdom left in carnage.
I watch as my world turns red.
Even after everything that was said,
you still cling on to your false courage.
I let my anger burn until I am dead.
Still refusing to let your rotten skin shed,
simply content in your tainted marriage.
I watch as my world turns red,
I let my anger burn until I am dead.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
Giant portions of tender beef; bring me a field of cattle.
Large helpings of diced pork; hunt down the fattest sow.
Unlimited gallons of alcohol; brew the strongest in the land.
Ten times the amount of cheeses; let ever mouse envy me.
Tempt me with exotic women; from every corner of the world.
Order another kilogram of cigarettes; block out the blue of the sky.
Never let the chocolates run out; richer than the sweetest syrup.
You think this is too much?
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
There’s no need to wake up, I can give myself another minute.
I don’t have to go to work today, there’s no point.
The doctor’s appointment can wait a little longer, no bother.
My sister’s wedding? I don’t think it’s that important.
Shopping for food isn’t my main priority.
My dad is in hospital? Too bad.
Chest is hurting. It can wait.
Skin is turning pale slightly.
Arms still won’t move.
Still very hungry.
Eyes closed.
Goodbye.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Jealously is ugly.
I’m jealous of the smiles.
Jealously is crude.
I’m jealous of the empty promises.
Jealously is vile.
I’m jealous of the undeserved riches.
Jealously is bitter.
I’m jealous of the family portrait.
Envy is beautiful.
I envy the life you lead.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 1:55 PM UTC
Your greed sickens me.
Like a witch’s cauldron filled to the brim
Like a temple smothered in rot
Like the **** on the surface of gutters
Like an unsterilized needle
Like a piece of fruit bathed in desert weather
Like oil wading its way through water
Like a vulture waiting in anticipation
Like the bank account of a wicked man
A thousand times over, your greed sickens me
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
Your first lesson, my foolish little dove,
is that you must bow. Yes, let your body fall.
Fall harder than a stone. Splash into carpet below.
Why must you bow? What reason could there be?
An interesting thought, my foolish little cherub.
Why should you bow? Why should you kneel?
Why belittle yourself beneath my shadow?
I am no warrior, I have slain no dragons, I have not
sieged any kingdoms, nor have I bested a stronger man.
I am not a man of great intellect, I am no wordsmith,
nor a poet, scientist, astronomer or explorer.
I am no king, nor a lord, emperor or sovereign,
my wealth is scarce, and my charm is weak.
Still, you must bow. Why must you bow,
my foolish little firefly? Because I am better.
In every way, shape and form.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
Listening out for the lonely chords,
line by line.
Lying upon the lowly leeches,
laced with lust.
Longing for all that is lost,
lifeless yet living.
Looking beyond the lucid moon,
livid but lacking.
Lost amongst the lily pads,
lamenting on the loveless.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 10:10 AM UTC
A man whose name was carved in stone,
his bloodlust - a mountain, unknown - the peak.
The wolf dyed deep into his very bone,
to each theatre of war does he seek.
Each emperor becomes a trade,
barter gold, purchase steel, sell red.
Battlefields become eternal, bodies soon fade,
a tribute to vultures with unending dead.
Strew flowers in wake of chains,
bow before a once hated king,
catch a glimpse atop battlements.
A trusted solider without reigns,
loyalty in his eyes – a sin,
past bonds only exist as remnants
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
Watching as all of daylight dies,
a gentle smile hiding a ****** knife,
come and look upon the lord of the flies.
Everyone fell deaf to the hundreds of cries,
the vast oceans filled with turmoil and strife,
watching as all of daylight dies.
A tender kiss for you who spreads rabies,
you who keeps the dead children safe,
come and look upon the lord of the flies.
We celebrate your clear abnormalities,
you who relished burning down that café,
watching as all of daylight dies.
Why should we care for a family of nobodies?
Who received an early trip to the afterlife,
come look upon the lord of the flies.
We watch you, casting away tragedies,
smiling at how you, the simple farmwife,
watching as all of daylight dies.
Come and look upon the lord of the flies.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:17 AM UTC
She wore shells from her ears, sprinkled in sand,
diamonds for eyes, and dressed in sheets of silk,
kissing the air below her as she stepped through
the blackened waters of the nearby pond.
The novel in my hands slid from my grasp,
the pages that were once dyed the colour of milk
quickly moulted into grey ghosts. The adventures
of the brave captain sunk to the bottom of the pond.
Ruby nails with a shimmering glaze caressed the
morning sun, with eyes that that borrowed the silver
edge of the moon. With a smile that promised untold
wonders, she slowly carved her way through the pond.
All questions and queries vanished from my mind,
the divine tone of her skin making my heart quiver.
It is only when I had the courage to look at her reflection
did I realise that something inhuman was standing in my pond.
Even through screams, I was still dazzled by her grace,
the way she tore through flesh making my bones shiver.
Crimson pools trickled along the stone floor, a gritty reminder
to all about the foolish poet who had broken his bond.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:16 AM UTC