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1.6k · Nov 2014
Fascism
Bald, wide-eyed, white skinned stretched
Muscles ripple across obscene ink
Void of art there is hatred
Seething resentment and loathing
These strike the innermost realm
Murderous temptations
A reminder of our carnality
I must remain led by my helm

This has happened before
But not like this
It's a textbook cycle
Of being treated like ****

Fists clenched, teeth gritting, standing idly by
Domestic terror and physical distraught
The predators are strong
But the manipulator is stronger


A reminder of circumstantial hopelessness
Death has never sounded so sweet
The camel was thirsty and it's back was broken
When the prey was finally beat

Uniforms and papers
This will not stop it
It does not fear the flash and captured
It relishes in the resistance
It is sick beyond compare
A contagion forever void of rapture

Watching the script unfold
It is taken away
It took a victim with
And it's death we hope and pray

The next biome the predator seeks
It's next prey arrives and squeaks
It is unaware and uses it's beak
To dominate the once-chained but newly free

It's presence has yet to be seen
But it's return is anticipated
It has always been keen
To complete the cycle
A period of peace lies between
The next unnecessary tribulation

This time I refuse to be the light house
1.1k · Nov 2014
Elation
The aqua back drop peels away at a marshmallow scene
While the aerial obstructions deepen and darken
Earth begins to cry in a desperate attempt to be clean

An age old story of a planet's reclamation
Serves as a reminder that life is cyclical

We rise and we fall
With the end we forestall

Much like the recycled tears that paint across my bare skin
I can feel the interconnectedness within

Tranquility embodies this  life essence
Self-sustainable, she puts up a fight
Taken for granted, yet ever constant
Everything is going to be alright
812 · Nov 2014
Pristine Sin
You think your skills are honed
We are a generation of misfits
You'll probably die alone

But don't forgo life
There are plenty of moans

Pleasure filled screams
And power tripped schemes

Lust fueled fantasies
For the lovers of fallacies

What do I mean?
Hedonism is the American dream

Blindly chasing that next hit
Dying one second at a time

There is no great war
There is no great depression

Our war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives

You will not be remembered
You will not be memorialized

This is your life and it's ending one second at a time
An ode to a favorite film of mine, this poem to me embodies the unique existential crisis younger generations are facing.
806 · Jan 2015
Moment of Discovery
She saw me one way
Now she sees me in another
Because of what I had to say
she no longer wants me to bother

Mature relationships I hope to have
My time I continually bide
In the wise words of Corgen
Love is Suicide

A new chapter in an old story
Self-improvement is what I need
From the lips of a past evil  
Motivation and confidence is the key

So here I sit writing about my woes
she doesn't want me and that's okay
I'll find another friend who has no bo
Who actually likes what I have to say

I'm not bitter or resentful
I only wish I felt worthy
It's my fault itz seems
I let myself get curvey

Eureka, I've found it!
the life I must now live
one where I learn and be fit.
And meet those who do not shiv

It needs to be for me.
There should be a consensus
That the new life I forsee
Is not held on the fences

It's called self-actualization for a reason
A transformation done for me
My body's last days are up this season
I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
552 · Jan 2015
Discovery
She saw me one way
Now she sees me in another
Because of what I had to say
she no longer wants me to bother

Mature relationships I hope to have
My time I continually bide
In the wise words of Corgen
Love is Suicide

A new chapter in an old story
Self-improvement is what I need
From the lips of a past evil  
Motivation and confidence is the key

So here I sit writing about my woes
she doesn't want me and that's okay
I'll find another friend who has no bo
Who actually likes what I have to say

I'm not bitter or resentful
I only wish I felt worthy
It's my fault itz seems
I let myself get curvey

Eureka, I've found it!
the life I must now live
one where I learn and be fit.
And meet those who do not shiv

It needs to be for me.
There should be a consensus
That the new life I forsee
Is not held on the fences

It's called self-actualization for a reason
A transformation done for me
My body's last days are up this season
I'll prove my worth and they'll all see
501 · Nov 2014
Encounters
I awake in a cold sweat
My mind flooded with that same damp
They came to make sure I don't forget
Holding her close they saw my fear
They could taste the terror-laden pheromones
A  novel weight drops upon my chest
I retreat to my casket
Cloth cannot defeat the image
Or admonish the realization that I never dreamed at all
344 · Nov 2014
Zephyrs
Welcome to the routine
Gathering together again
Stake out observing the emptiness
But what is company without a friend?

Not everyone here is content

Perception is reality
There is nothing special
About the way we think
Set yourself apart
This repitition our hearts do sink.

Not everyone here is original

So these glowing embers
Remind us of a feeling long lost
That youthful excitement
Soon their paths cease to cross

Not everyone here is prepared

Blues swim as a cascading bar light
And reds mix into a state of restlessness
It may say OPEN but their hearts were closed
One less night to waste away they suppose

Not everyone here is lost

— The End —