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 May 2015
George Cheese
Not all tyrants wear funny clothes.
They stand up in front of masses,
shout a song of lies
to totalitarian drumbeats.
They are monsters wearing crocodile smiles.
It's about time I revised and published this.
 May 2015
George Cheese
I was lost in a cave of echoes.
I couldn't speak for volume;
my own sound added to noise.
 Jan 2015
George Cheese
I am a ghost in a mechanism,
a gun with a soul,
a memory that dreamt to be human.
 Dec 2014
George Cheese
You don't have to die
to haunt someone.

All you have to do is
walk away,
say goodbye,
mean it.

Your laugh will remain,
spectral and pervasive.
The smile is red and its eyes are black.
 Dec 2014
IsReaL E Summers
With a dance of madness
He exhorts and implores
The masses.
His cadence, a spell
His story, is literally felt.
Dances and hits.
Entranced in spirits.
He moves you.
To victory,
Over Fear.
..over fear.
 Dec 2014
Fiona Mae
Stop the hypocrisy, the dead boy screamed
Screams rang throughout the halls
Halls lit with dim white light
Lights flashing in a damp room
Room smelling of red and death
Death approached the lonely girl
Girls can only take so much
Much of her poured to the ground
Grounds of her resting place
Place in her heart the dead boy left
Left this world out of loneliness
Loneliness took her life
Life in death they have together
Together they are once again
 Dec 2014
George Cheese
Dreams of you.

What is peace
A squall of grit,
Coarseness caught in teeth.
The earth spits resolution.
I do not accept it.

Long ago, I fell into the sea.
My tongue tasted salt
My body
Was tugged by tide
But tomorrow it'll wash you

Away
This is written as a drunk. Edited sober.
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