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CrookedMantis Dec 2017
I won a trophy!
It has my name on its plaque!
…what do I do now?
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Welcome to Ad Corp.
We **** your souls out for cash.
Ad Corp: “We’re evil!”
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
{He} is holding a gun.

His body is shadowed by his soul.
But his black smile could brighten up the darkest pits of hell.
He laughs at the cruelty in his own heart.
He cries for me.

He {is holding} a gun.

It is pointed at my forehead.
I try to run, but his legs grab me.
I try to push him away, but his arms steady mine.
I try to scream, but his dark grin envelopes my face.

He is holding {a gun.}

It is a revolver, Colt M1878.
The chamber is loaded.
The hammer is cocked.
The trigger is pulled.

{He is holding a gun.}

It fires, and my feet leave the earth.
I am falling.
The light fixture above, soothing as the wind, calls my name.
I reach for it, but fail to grasp.

For I, am holding, a gun.
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Shivering in warmth
Never a pleasant moment
Despite all reason
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Hold on to yourself
Don’t let your scars become you
Lest you scar others
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Cool Tip Number 9:
Wear a sun hat in the rain.
It adds to your edge.
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
My eyes were on my hands
My freckles upgraded to bumps
My nails dug in my face
My elbows had replaced my knees

My kidneys swapped places
My hips found a home in my chest
My teeth bit at my skull
My whole spine flipped upside down

My brain dropped to my feet
My heart, soon enough, took its place
And I ran from my fate
Racing against what was unknown
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Always feel free
to say what you feel.
Even in secret
it’ll help your heart heal.
CrookedMantis Jan 2018
To Chronophobics
New Years Eve is Halloween
Let them sleep early
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
You make me so conflicted
Are you a friend or faux
I feel like I'm afflicted
With what I cannot know

I wish that you were here
Not stuck inside my head
Does that make me the bier
Supporting what is dead

Or rather, what never lived
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
The night light flickers
Into the shadows I stare
This is not my room
My room does not have a light
A cold sweat grasps my forehead
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
A sign, it reads “Push”.
I pull, cause I’m a rebel.
Great, now I’m stuck here.
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Locked knees
On a trapeze
Are sure to cause catastrophes
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
My cap hides papers in its bill.
I find a new message each day.
They always give neat information.
How it knows these things I cannot say.

It told me why the stars twinkle.
It told me how most caps are sown.
Yesterday it told me you hate me.
So I guess I should leave you alone.

My thinking cap just informed me:
That you beat it, so it would die.
Why would you do that? I hate you too!
You can't fool me! My cap wouldn't lie!
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Deep within the dirt
I claw at the stars above
In need of their warmth
I graze their pulsating light
With cold, oaken fingertips
CrookedMantis Mar 2018
Roses are crimson
But violets have fine hues
Others may glisten
But you make me light a fuse
When you show your true colors
CrookedMantis Dec 2017
Name it
Discover it
Put it into a word
Contain its whole in a mere phrase
Name me
CrookedMantis Jan 2018
Your smile is a portrait
Bright and full of color
It brings me such good fortune
When I am feeling under

Passionate red ever present
Curious pink always with it
May joyous green never relent
And the others remain unslit

For my sake, smile bright and bold
I want our fortune to thrive
My outline will not hold
Without those colors five
This poem is inspired by a webcomic known as The Property of Hate, and it is written from the perspective of the main character's old love interest. If you want more details, I encourage you read the comic for yourself: http://thepropertyofhate.com/TPoH/The%20Hook/1

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