trinity-chelsin-matthews
42/M/Byron ga
I am a Gemini. ...and I embrace it with bliss. ..I have always been interested in the flow of words and I will one day be what I consider a good poet...hopefully before I die. I am terrified of normal people and "pretty flowers and rainbows " poetry
HEAVENS HEAR ME!!
For I shall not repeat these words for your weak gods
You seek to trod upon upon my heart
The start of war will be the outcome
I've grown numb from your fiery blows,
My animosity grows with fierce determination
Your extermination the only logical course
Prepare my horse and load my spike
The emotional **** about to burst
I am cursed to perpetuate this sad behavior
A justice craver with a mind unjust
Devoid of the trust needed to be your fool
My fireious rage a tool to repair your weak will
Your demons fill their gullet upon my power
Yet still you cower before what remains
The more it rains,the better I learn to swim
Your survival a mere whim as I carve thru you like swine
What use is wine to one lacking of taste
What reason has haste if there is no hourglass
You let your power pass without a single care
Yet now cry UNFAIR as if cheated of your throne
You must have known your downfall approached
When by lesser gods coached in the art of chaotic warfare.....
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Time is not kind
As it Marches over our soul
Seeking our beating heart
To shred apart
And seize total control
Of our weakened mind
In that second of rage blind
It reaches its goal
And sets us back at the start
Praying that we depart
And use secrets we stole
To destroy a fragile, sad,mankind...
Sing to me sister please
I hear the hunters on the breeze
I cannot fight this war alone
I need the strength you've always shown....
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
There is smoke
but no fire,
My ire burned to ash
Rash decisions
a well run dry
As I try to free my buried soul
From the control that you have taken
By the gods forsaken
To lie with the sucubi
You and I two headed
And two sided
Our time bided to ensure
All pure was perverted
And twisted like the snake
That spake in your head
In the bed where I tasted your beauty. ...
There can be no found without being lost
No final cost till we are bought
The prize sought simplistic
Animalistic in our pursuits
Of the gods for which we yearn
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC