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I speak with a wavering tongue of abandonment
Unsure to explore the Old Story in a distant time
The dowager and the maiden forced to defend
An unexplored narrative that supersedes Her Crime
But the call is impossible to resist
Most especially a female’s debut is not of her age
Rather an unfortunate event where he exists
To inflict the indomitable damage

For in the beginning, desecration is a promise
On womanhood that prevails
Lingering from a girl’s memory crevice
There is an incomplete circle with raggedy details
So it is the phenomenon she continuously bleeds
Through the vagueness of a shapeshift letters
Her growling mind where the prophecy feeds
The neurotic critters

Bruises from the Elder Man turns into hollowed scar
The autopsy did not identify a blunt trauma
Only the stolen lullabies and constellation chart
Excreting from his mouth is a monochromatic drama
Challenging suffering with evil like a reverse lobotomy
No emotional endurance can express her distress
Over the gap between their ages as the legacy
And so shall the judge orders his arrest

The second Prince is enamored at first sight
He prays to the gods for their union fate
Until the war triggers her to fight
Her sins and rumors tainted it too late
Choice has been made to bare her skin
At first, she thought it’s empowering
Until it pulverizes her patience to thin
Being radical as her sweetest ending

The Rising Sun aligns with the beguiling lady
She howled at the future of his departure
But nothing hurts like a shadow of the first Macy
She tries to separate her identity as her adventure
So she can be chosen and different from her twin
In no connection to blood, only the lover
The world is crushed when the others win
Comparison between Macy and lady will not recover

Stability comes from the face of discipline
An offer of love has set the story into motion
But she lashes out against his morphine
Evident as her cruelty remains his devotion
Two years of an unrivaled reign
It must be finished
The anticipative break is present without pain
I spared his soul before it diminished

Tell me now, man of the universe!
Owner of all aspects and humanity
I was not born to accept your objective curse
My sisters aspire to rise and maintain equality
Except I see a dysfunction to the standard
I spit at the thought of Him by my side
Apocalyptic approach on this regard
Declaration of freedom will abide

Nonsensical apocalypse of her birth
Doomed by ***, astoundingly rebellious
It is I, a woman, who understands the earth
My nature is exquisite in spontaneous
Root of all evil, I shall not meet with forgiveness
I associate this Seed of Mankind
Let us dim its imaginary limitless
Upholding such values should be left behind

A cry from a newborn arises
Phallus is connected to the subject
The mother knew his fate on crisis
His crimes will be stamped with neglect
Finally, a girl is not caressed in regret
For it is punishment to be born like him
His paranoia, a symptom of being possessed
It is no longer a she that will end in a grim
rejection is never painful when we can call it our own. there is no fear in being a woman.
verdigris Jan 3
A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise

How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail

The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun
after five years without writing poetry, i have given birth once again.
verdigris Mar 2018
why deny when you can just try?
if you're scared of the pain,
why force your feelings to change?
love is worth the risk and sacrifice,
trust me, all of your efforts will suffice,
nothing will stop the power of love,
especially when it is a gift from above,
you don't know if you're feeling it already,
although your heart is not beating steady,
it is that excitement stage that you're into,
but my goodness! i think i'm falling too,
don't stop when love welcomes you back,
just be thankful because it'll fill up the cracks,
isn't it amazing how optimistic i am?
with standing ovation, pushing it to scram,
ladies and gents, i know a person who fell,
only to find herself crashing into the spell,
she's into deep when she admits to herself,
but that's the problem, broken by her own self,
this was inspired by my two different friends. one of them is in denial of liking someone while the other one is scared of falling in love
verdigris Feb 2018
I have a thousand poems to weave alone
But yours is my favorite way of expression
Sometimes, I witness a love so real
That every broken hearts will heal
It's true that it is supposed to be painful
It's quite ironic that we look like a fool
I don't care if I bleed with their weapons
You silence my inner demons
We fell apart when the love was gone
I thank God that our story is not done

I read a poem once
A sonnet with one more chance
It was written before our time
It reminds me of you that it makes me cry
I'm sorry for all of my mistakes
The only thing I don't regret is anything that I won't fake
I believe that poetry is not enough
But every pain I felt before made me tough
I always thought you weren't worth it
A reminder of my love is all you can get

A man with a leisure on his pocket
A road to happiness in a one-way ticket
His lips I can kiss
His callous hands holding mine like this
I'm always looking at your face
Not following love with haste
O, my dear love! let me count the ways
yep my first poem dedicated for the valentines day tomorrow
verdigris Jan 2018
Here we go again
As I dance into the music
I have nothing else
But the rhythm inside me
Keeps pumping as if there's no tomorrow
Each note resonates into my soul

Bodies intertwined with a spark
Catching our breaths
Pulling our hearts in tangled mess
Blood rushing through our veins
I have loved the waltz we made
Hopeless, caring but terrifying

We were brought together by fate
But we were separated through hate
And as we came back together again
I am not asking for anything else
But you

It's not the dress and the tuxedo
We're wearing
It's not the whisper of a piano
That they're composing
But it's the chaotic, heavy love affair
That made us hard to breathe

As we are given a second chance
Into the moonlight
I let the tears fall
For you are finally in my arms
And you smile with those eyes
We already know that
Our feelings never fade
wrote this poem for like, months ago
verdigris Dec 2017
Eyes wide open
White sockets kept closing in
Staring at the ceiling with brimming tears
Wobbling mouths concealing the screams
What's normal is an illusion now
They can't even save me

Tossing and turning
Trying to sleep
Darkness is an abandoned place
But why is it my perfect company in the moonlight?
Help is all I need but I'm too silent to plead

I tried my best to see the light
At the end of the tunnel
Too scared to repent my sins
Or was it all inside my mind?
To see is to believe

What I see are the things I should not believe
Faith will be lost in the depths of the abyss
Convincing myself to be saved
But each night I admit to myself
There's too much Hell inside me

Blame the sickness itself, not the person
All I ever wanted is a good day
Snatched it upon my hands
Laughing at me
I don't deserve to be happy

Aren't you tired of wearing plastic masks?
Plastered smiles are peeling off your faces
Thou shalt not be afraid
For the monsters under your bed
Are now inside of your head

That's what happens
A girl with no proper sleep
Thinking what will happen
If she vanished within oblivion
We all get tired sometimes
Frustratingly famished for a rest

Verily, verily, I say unto you
When I asked for a rest
Please take note
I will finally close my lid
Underground six feet
i could not sleep tonight, it's bothering me for days, and also.. this is what happens if i read too much poetry.
  Nov 2017 verdigris
cptims
november rain
brings so much pain
now that you're gone
the birds will sing a song
as you're welcomed to the light
we'll weep into the night
although it'll be sappy
all that matters is that you're happy
love & miss you mamaw
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