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 Jun 2017 Amaranthine
Tark Wain
I think that comedy is dead
and I don't say that because I think every funny person
just suddenly is not funny anymore
I think that people don't want to laugh anymore

we want to leer
whether in disgust, or fear, or some sick form of admiration
we want to rage against something
anything as long it promises to stand in our way

we make mountains out of mole hills
in order to spend our time knocking them down
we want somebody to make us cry
not because we want to be sad

because we want to feel like we're still alive
we are so afraid live
that we've become obsessed with dying
we shout deep into the void

hoping, (even if it's slightly) that no echo will return
we want to hate, we want to fear
because those emotions are raw and tangible
and they linger

what is a laugh
if but a minuscule flaw in the system
a seldom respite from the horrid lives we lead
an umbrella for the rain we so desperately want to drown in

It's easy to feel bad for cheating
even if it's only for a moment
every day we are told be angry, mad, upset, vigilant, vindictive
every day we are told
Comedy is dead
 Jun 2017 Amaranthine
bluevelvet
With their big teeth
No longer scared on feet
We sit on wooden stool
Toast to the newest fool

Hands searching for
what isn't found anymore
We no longer wait by the door

We dance with wolves
paws slam like metal hooves
We only find the remaining goods

We are a creation of self design
Our actions make perfect align
It's the direction of a sign
We are equally divine

Cut my throat
Watch me choke
But every world is a haunting ghost
It's the kind you'll forget but find the most

Speak with deaf tones
I no longer throw those stones
But every word is carved in my bones
And your presence forever roams

It's a joke for the masses
Led by the best actress
She died one thousand times on the same mattress

But she's a forest fire that never dies
Pierced by every single lie
She has scars from every time

You might think you're better
Ahead of her you're so clever
But look a little closer
You will never break her
In a bid to please everyone
Should you lose yourself

Or
Win some  lose some
Yet be yourself

Yes true

No one can take you
from yourself , it's part of self

Life does throw some
Challenges
Whether you accept
or reject

Yet
Can't skip it or eject

Life is to be lived
Happy days keep coming
Around.
Waiting to be found

Don't lose ground
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devoid
of God's
waters
the cactus rose blooms.
it's beautiful offerings of
translucent colors
bring more than
admiration to
the hearts of
men who know their
tale. they water the

*cactus roses with
their tears
The strength and tenacity of
Cacti constantly amazes me.
They thrive in the most
Adverse conditions.
It seems God has abandoned
Them, yet they shout for JOY!
Their blossoms can be some
Of the most beautiful in the world!

Inspired by the poetry of
Weeping Willow
 Jun 2017 Amaranthine
Goldenbrown
Thoughts are acid
They burn through your scalp
Leaving holes in your brain
Holes that echo persistent pesky whispers
That drive you insane
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