Infinite blue fields
Growing cotton,
unworn,
unsold
Letting the wind carry off the crop
And night brings an end to the season.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
She killed my brother, so I'll **** her
O what a glorious, glorious ******
There was no evidence, but still
Her burning guilt is all I feel
My brother was all I ever knew
But still she stabbed him through and through
The ****** sight made police unnerved
And thus justice was left unserved
Their fault, I take it in my hand
To be the hero of the land
I sharpen the knife, hide it away
And await her arrival on a warm summer's day
She comes-acting cheery- how can she be so?
How can she act merry and be all aglow?
I hate her more, where is her guilt?
Where is the shame on this pile of filth?
Is she glad to be rid of my poor deceased brother?
O he that loved her with love like no other?
He that trusted and gave her all kisses?
How dare she **** him! How can she not miss him?
She talks, and a fake tear appears
All that I give her is anger and lears
She looks so confused and steps towards the door
As I move my hand to inside the drawer
The knife, shining- ****** slides into her chest
Twice to the right, and one in her left
She falls to the ground, reaching for me
Oh, what a sight, a sight what to see!
My brother avenged! Justice was given
But now the knife must be put back and hidden
The body be covered and buried with care
My innocence perfect when police come to there
They found her body, still I don't fret
For I am as harmless as harmless can get
The police came to interview, just to do that
So calmly I sit, and happy they sat
Questions? I give them a most solid alibi
And serving them tea to satisfy
I stand to prepare it, and keep with the talk
And hand cups to them with a small cough
One gets up and looks for a spoon
And, forgetful, I point him to my doom
For he opens the drawer and he looks right at me
He holds up a knife for all to see
The dried blood streaks are only proof made
O fateful, O cursѐd, O severing blade
They lock me up tight, I spit at them, hiss
I'm innocent! Innocent as innocent gets!
I killed her because she killed my brother
I served justice more than any other!
They shook their heads and show me a note
Before he died was what he wrote
“But he was thrice stabbed, is this a lie?”
“Yes it was,” police say, “Suicide.”
I do not believe them, they are insane
My brother, and sister, did not die in vain!
Because she killed my brother, and I killed her
And I am NOT guilty of senseless ******
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Lion, dweller of the desert
with gleaming fur and crushing paws
wandered, searching, thirsty, wanting
when only yards away was fresh-rain ponds
just barely out of sight
and the lion was almost satisfied
For now, it was patient
But then, from its dark, dry hole
a snake, red, long, its body curled in waves
it came and teased the lion
selfish, ignorant, it swam through sand
right in front of that thirsty lion
Not counting its consequences
The lion's fur rose as it watched the snake go
It's heart, mighty, proud, longed to ****** the serpent
or chase, at least chase
But its clever mind scorned-
The lion needed water, its thirst growing great
The fresh-rain ponds were just over the sand hill
The heart fought the mind
The mind finally gave
Knowing the worst with great disregard
It leaped through the gold dust and pounced on the snake
But there-
its heart was great
but its mind was resentful with spite
thirsting to wound that heart's lazy pride
so it let that scarlet snake slipped
right through, free from the paws
to retreat in its hole
until morning
This lion's heart, it beat and swore
This lion's mind, it smirked and snubbed
And it sat in the sun of the desert, much greater than it
Just wrinkling to nothing
Bitter with loss for drink and food
No compromise to be reached,
The lion withered for nothing
To have its ashes mixed with the sand
and blown
away
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
He's confused, but I am certainly not
Looking towards closet and holding a key
I'm waiting for a lock to turn and open
For now, I'll waste and watch and wait
While he wanders 'round the gate
When the time comes I'll say I thought
For one moment I thought I'd seen
A gleam, no, now needing a place to mope in
I'll recover, bloom, heal, feel, satiate
But all I feel now is love, no hate
Of course, there is a chance I've sought
My mind and eyes been much too keen
And imagined his secret, with worries so smitten
I suppose I must only seek my Fate
Thought good things come to those who listen-
and wait.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
To the World
I'm watching
Through a telescope of ten
buttons and one
screen
I'm waiting
Just for you to go
and smile on
camera
I'm forgetting
what my grandmother said
you used to
do
I'm wondering
why you had to storm
in and pull that
trigger
I'm fighting
the urge to do something
that would be very
stupid
I'm listening
for just that small note of
rarity when you are
good
I'm seething
as you repeat those same
mistakes that you won't
learn
I'm hiding
from the horrors of all
your faces that
sneer
I'm feeling
trapped and surrounded by
your millions of arms and
fingers
I'm praying
that you will stop focusing on
differences and see you are the
same
I'm running
from the gripping fog that
wants to ****** me up
also
I'm trying
to make some change but
there is nothing I can
do
I'm trailing
after your destruction and
picking up my own
tears
I'm tempted
to submit to your skewed
values and just give
in
I'm biting
to your words so I can
live swimming in
death
I'm falling
into your sad, sad maze
of rotting words and
promises
I'm asking
why you can't hold hand
and for once get
along
I'm thinking
about how many angry people
how many sad people never
laugh
I'm trembling
when I see the flash of fury
taken out on poor innocent
children
I'm hoping
someday I'll take your hand
and you'll squeeze back and
smile
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
They told me time would fly
I wish it did but it won't
Flat out refuses to go by with ease
As I'm paralyzed by yesterday
it seems like yesterday- just then?
Can't be, but still I remember all of it
too well for my own convenience.
Stark memories of us frozen in life
I think we're laughing but then rain
-tears?- blurs our old photograph
so that we might be fighting
or you might be leaving.
We're both sad. Both crying. And
I don't understand it. We were just stupid
with stupid minds and stupid misconceptions
of faith & loyalty & commitment & love
Ah- love. We never said the word aloud
but it was there and it was glowing
and we both knew it. We both saw and heard it
We believed it & wanted it so badly.
But fate was cruel. I was cruel and
you were cruel and we were wild and mad
and we loved every second of it- together
Hah, I thought that meant forever
But everyone knows cliché never happens
in 'real' life, whatever that's supposed to mean
Opposed to a fake life?
That must have been what we were living
A world of lies, a mere dream
with nightmarish consequences.
Huh. Bet you never thought of that.
Bet you never thought about anything.
Its sad to watch an intelligent man
make such stupid errors
Reason and logic mean nothing, absolutely nothing
when emotions flow through your blood
Don't you just love being human?
So, here we are
with out choices to make
hearts to bend and promises to break
Or... perhaps we extend our hands to each other
Call it peace, truce, dare I even say friendship?
Because like broken glass or shattered porcelain
Add a touch of glue
And we might just mend.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
lies
fed to us through straws
we are starving lions
bitter has never been more sweet
strawberries, like strawberries
fresh off the vine
but not quite ripe enough-
too young
they said we were too young
**** them, **** it all!
to be free
ignore them
no more than gnats-
petty
black
specks
we aren't rebels-
just crazy stupid
but honest, and right
misunderstood
that's our excuse
let's go get ourselves killed
martyrs
pick up your pen, fight
hell yes, to the death
what can we live for
if the world is a prison?
break the chains, we can run
like thieves, by night and moon
with candles-
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
Tempest of Fury
Tempest of Fury
Spins over and over
Around and around
Seizing, not stopping
Crackling, popping
Destruction exceeding all bounds
Thunder of Rage
Thunder of Rage
Loudness that lingers
And echoes and stays
Booming, unyielding
No way of shielding
Yourself from the sound of this rage
Wind of Undoing
Wind of Undoing
Wraps up and strangles
All beautiful things
Whispers and withers
Sneaks up and slithers
Chaos, surprising, it brings
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
I want to run away from you
Escape your grasp, escape the truth
Smiling like I've found my king
Holding back one thousand screams
Why does love cause so much pain?
What am I from love to gain?
Gasping, breathless, in the night
Fighting back the coming light
My heart must be a shining blue
Icy, cold. But living, too
Falling through an endless hole
Caught inside your desperate pull
Holding to your biting smile
Our hearts crashing all the while
I want to run away with you-
But only if you run too
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
I found the end of a rainbow
But it wasn't a *** of gold
I followed the trail through sandstorm and hail
And all I got was dust and some mold
So I guess I ain't the first one there
Or the leprechauns' real poor
Cause, I swear, the gold ain't there
But now whats a rainbow for?
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC