kar_edit - Hello Poetry

Following the path less taken Over all the low roads and Routes plummeting towards the craven Gateways of Hell takes the travelers Into enlightenment. Those who avoid Satan's Vengeance and forked whispers Emerge from the waters of the lake in Nature's womb veiled in holy layers Encompassing their soul. This ache in Society seeps into the bones of naysayers Slandering the purging powers of equal pardon.

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Jun 24, 2019

Jun 24, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC

Finding

Following the path less taken Over all the low roads and Routes plummeting towards the craven Gateways of Hell takes the travelers Into enlightenment. Those who avoid Satan's Vengeance and forked whispers Emerge from the waters of the lake in Nature's womb veiled in holy layers Encompassing their soul. This ache in Society seeps into the bones of naysayers Slandering the purging powers of equal pardon.

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All the flowers in his pocket and Bruises covering his knees Couldn’t hide the satisfaction Decorating his chubby little face. Every surface inch on his Favorite pair of jeans was unprotected from Grass stains and dirt cakes. Oh, How our father would tear Into him later. It was worth it when the Junior high school quarterback Kindly accepted his confession instead of Laughing like the adults surrounding the pair. Mom thought it was cute how the little oblivious Nine-year-old boy had gotten down on One knee, arms outstretched, as if he were Proposing to his babysitter. They joke when it’s a child, but Quickly shun their once loved ones by forcing them to Run away from home. It wasn’t funny when our Sister vanished from existence after coming out To our religious family. They don’t laugh at Us when we mutter her name. That girl, Valerie, left all but one shred of existential evidence When leaving us for good. Hidden amongst the trees are Xylographed initials made by lovers over Yonder in the suburb parks where the human Zoo couldn’t keep them under watchful eyes.

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Jun 10, 2019

Jun 10, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC

Why Must We Laugh When They Laugh (An A to Z poem)

All the flowers in his pocket and Bruises covering his knees Couldn’t hide the satisfaction Decorating his chubby little face. Every surface inch on his Favorite pair of jeans was unprotected from Grass stains and dirt cakes. Oh, How our father would tear Into him later. It was worth it when the Junior high school quarterback Kindly accepted his confession instead of Laughing like the adults surrounding the pair. Mom thought it was cute how the little oblivious Nine-year-old boy had gotten down on One knee, arms outstretched, as if he were Proposing to his babysitter. They joke when it’s a child, but Quickly shun their once loved ones by forcing them to Run away from home. It wasn’t funny when our Sister vanished from existence after coming out To our religious family. They don’t laugh at Us when we mutter her name. That girl, Valerie, left all but one shred of existential evidence When leaving us for good. Hidden amongst the trees are Xylographed initials made by lovers over Yonder in the suburb parks where the human Zoo couldn’t keep them under watchful eyes.

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