It was dark the sky was green.
she was in a black hood and dark jeans, armed. ready.
One with the night, she flowed thru the streets,
and tree branches easily.
A dark face of only shadows - her mission was justice.
It was dark the sky was green
there was fog
putrid smells
subtle wind singing songs
Nature at war with concrete
mumbo jumbo
alien human cancer creatures
what a mess they have created,
A dark face of only shadows her mission was justice
as she came upon a red bricked home
ranch style, long, open yards
bushes and trees
singing
the wind was singing
she was there.
the roof was still made of shingles.
Armed and ready she approached the door
realizing at this point anything was possible
but she had chosen justice
and revenge
as her only possibilities
as the boot hit
the door, falling
and the revenge had no choice
but to begin.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.
I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.
Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.
Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.
Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Life is meant to be appreciated
honored.
Celebrated.
We are told to express gratitude.
To be polite.
Optimistic.
yet we are expected to live
to work.
and work
to live
for decades
upon decades
until we die
with nothing
but scars from working
and not even really that much money.
materials that mean nothing.
and younger versions of us
that were trained
to live and die the same.
how can anyone really be optimistic?
Unless they are of Noble descent.
but that
is an entirely different story.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Broken moments
are ideal times
to write poetry.
When the heart bleeds
And all one can do
is organize the carnage
in such a way that may fascinate
another broken soul
harboring similar frustrations.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
He works
Every day.
I see him there
Every time.
He tells me
That he has no life,
And I pity him.
Every single day,
Those stupid plad shirts,
Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy.
Every day,
I see him
and he tells me to never lose my youth,
Because he lost it.
He says to go on adventures in his honor,
So I do.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I blinked,
And it was all over.
The Simple times
Have burnt to ash
And all that remains
Are questions
That will never be answered.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
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Come home, dusted.
Trusting to find love and seduction
under an ocean current of ****** eruption.
I found a blood brother
breaking the walls
deep inside my own home,
And I watched as he ****** her.
My soul conducted spontaneous combustion
And fire blazed
as I beat the naked former best buddy
Into a ****** puddle of something disgusting.
She cried lies of broken love,
"I'm sorry for it all."
I turned and set my eyes upon her naked milk skin
for the final time,
seeing only insects and serpents
slithering thru her highway veins
and demented soul.
I died that night,
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
I woke in a confused state
beyond fixing or controlling.
The lazer beams were still fresh off the clock
But the monkeys had full possession.
Clearly, logistics were backwards
And complete world ********** would have to wait
Till tomorrow
or the next day.
I put on my trousers and got right to work
On trying to figure out a way
For every child to eat
Golden sugar puffs in complete unison
for only then could i qualify
for a nobel peace prize.
I said **** the midgets and spiraled into a complete
mental breakdown
for the walls began to scream ****** ******
and the china men were officially on time
and wearing their fanciest suites.
Clearly, I was outnumbered.
So I devised a new plan, on the go
in order to navigate thru the city traffic.
Push came to shove, and eventually
I found myself in a maze filled with clones
of a specific woman named Marlae.
Her face was ugly and full of zits
but none the less
I made love to her left hand
until the sun came up
giving me permission to finally
enter the inside
of her body.
Spinning thru the details
I decided to take a shower
because the conference was in
76 hours and I only had 15 minutes
to get to the conference.
65 days later, I found the keys
to my under appreciated heart,
giving me the mental strength to sleep again
Until next time.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
I am truly a maniac
with disgusting desires
formulating in my brain.
I try to hide it
everywhere i go
but everybody knows
I am truly a maniac.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC