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313 · Aug 2018
revolution is...
Madison Aug 2018
Revolution is

Five syllables of meaning

Life without restraint.
Madison Sep 2018
She's an anarchist

But she still follows the rules

Of writing haiku.
288 · Aug 2018
Hail to the King
Madison Aug 2018
Please stand for our ode

To the elite corrupt.

Sing loud for your majesty

And let him interrupt.

Bask in his diluted glory

Grotesque and proud.

Hear his sob story

About what won't be allowed.

Look at his knights' creations

Pushing opinions

All his own.

Posters read 'know your enemy'

With unsuspecting faces overblown.

See him mellow

Leering

As he satisfies his gluttony with wine.

Hear him bellow

'Those who aren't cheering

Are no friends of mine.'

Feel the rage burn my veins

As the crowd follows him blind.

See me lost in my brain

Wondering if they care

About the things in my mind.

Watch the show end

As he calls on his court

Inviting them to sup.

Hear their satisfaction

As they leave for dinner

On the way

Swallowing me up.
279 · Oct 2018
set in stone
Madison Oct 2018
He is carved from marble

And I

The selfish sculptor

Want to dig into him

Like clay.


Everyone around me

Who sees my face

Hears my voice

Brushes my skin

Promptly speaks of ice

And yet, I swear

If he would just cast a ray in my direction

I'd be warmed all the way through.


I talk like obsidian

When really

Every bone

Every feeling that I have

Threatens to send me crumbling

Like porcelain.

The sickness in me

Leaves me aching for him to break me

And yet

He already has.


I want to pick his diamond brain

Pull it all apart

Plant a piece of myself

Where he won't notice it.


I want to cover him like paint

Piece all his parts together like a puzzle

Make him remix me like a song

Rearranging every inauthentic part

Until I'm just another one of his masterpieces.


...And I could write a million odes to him

In the ink of this cowardly weapon

And it would never change the fact

That his destiny's spoken for already.
I wanted to write a love poem that reads in a rather nightmarish, disjointed way? Did I succeed?
257 · Nov 2018
to follow?
Madison Nov 2018
The path leading the way

Has long since been carved

But the weight of the journey

Is not one that I wish to carry.
Madison Sep 2018
In times of silence
Look around
And ask the generation before you
If they remember...

When 'tragedy' wasn't a part
Of our daily vocabularies
Tossed around as freely as 'love' or 'die.'

The first time they heard the royal court cackle
And tell the pawn just what he was
Unaware that they, too
Were just disposable pieces
Of a horribly trivial game.

The time when words meant something
Could often be trusted
Weren't just poker-faced masks
Placed ill-fittingly
Over a lifeblood of insincerity.

The very day when everything changed
Innocence and security withering away
Before falling down like autumn leaves
Left on the simmering ground
To turn black and rot.

The exact moment they learned
Nothing would ever be the same.

The quiet of the aftermath
When they wiped away tears
And pushed themselves into the warmth
Of a loved one's embrace.

When that dear loved one
Soothed them
With sickly sweet naivety
Assured them
That they wouldn't live through another war
That this world was too beautiful
To **** before knowing who was at fault
And the guilty world
Went silent again.

Then, to break the silence that comes after
Ask if they remember
The day you were born.
241 · Sep 2018
we find each other (again)
Madison Sep 2018
Dying star burns bright

Familiar laughter stirring

My soul; we're still us.
It feels good to return to something familiar; even if it's been forever, even if it looks or sounds or feels different. With a little help from love, it will soothe the soul, just the same.
237 · Aug 2018
Machine
Madison Aug 2018
Please

Make me a machine

Because I am sick of it hurting

When people use me like one.

Please

Make me a robotic heart

Because I am sick of mine

Loving and forgiving.

Please

Rebuild me with metals

Because I would rather dent

Than break completely.

Please

Make me a machine

Because I am sick of thinking

That I deserve better.
233 · Sep 2018
seasonal tease
Madison Sep 2018
A hurricane blows in

Where is she?


The rain soaks through

Where is she?


The ground goes dry

Where is she?


The grass is gonna die

Where is she?


It's too humid to wear black

Where is she?


My allergies are back

Where is she?


The falling leaves are lazy

Where is she?


Mother Nature must be crazy

Where is she?


My birthday starts to near

Where is she?


Halloween's almost here

So where is she?


The hummingbirds decide to stay

Where is she?


My patience goes away

Where is she?


I think she's running late

Where is she?


Autumn, I really don't like to wait

Where are you?
It's still hot out.
203 · Aug 2018
Habit
Madison Aug 2018
Oh, love

I know it's been forever

(Please don't look at me that way)

But I really need you now.

I mean

You and I both know

It's only a matter of time before I come crawling back to you

Every time

Right?

(I can just barely remember a time when that wasn't so.)

For now

I think it's best

We just forgive and forget --

You know, be virtuous and all that --

Because I love you --

I really do --

And I truly haven't needed something in a long while

As much as I need you

Right this very second.

In fact, my dear

You're making me hurt just by standing there --

Oh, and what a sweet agony --

Just staring at me

Waiting on me.

You have me so entranced

So transfixed

That just seeing you, so close to me

So accessible

Just about kills me.

I swear

As soon as our eyes met

From across this crowded room

My stomach tied itself into a captain's knot

My heart bared down on the gas pedal

My bones caved in on one another

Leaving me a horrifically contorted abstract figure

A caricature of humanity.

(Look at me -- I'm ruined.)

I could barely even walk to meet you

For the pain ripping through me.

I figure you should know. that

Despite the nauseating feeling of anguish overtaking me

You still looked so marvelously enticing

Inviting enough to have me salivating

Like one of Pavlov's dogs.

(You ruined me.)

So now

I'm standing in front of you

Practically begging on my knees --

Oh, how humiliating --

Pleading for you to

Please, please, please

Take me back

Help me out

Put me out of my misery.

Of course, my love

Being who you are

All it takes is those few words

For you to take me in your arms

And hold me tight enough

To ensure that I won't be going anywhere

For a very long while.

I close my eyes

Feeling every wound heal by your touch alone

And feel truly human

Truly awake

Truly alive

For the first time

Since I last left.

Oh, love

How did I ever live without you?

(I ruined me.)
172 · Aug 2018
Inspiration Inkwell
Madison Aug 2018
Writing short poems.

It's hard for me, I tell you.

My brain talks too much.

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