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Anger, one of the worst rival of human.
Anger, one of the best motivating force.
Both sides leads to destruction,
One single moment and end of the healthy reputation.
So, self control is the best companion.
you are destruction
in your wake lies corpses of chaos
you bellow your fury like a beast
sparing no innocence

demolishing all in your path
enemies that you have conjured
i now understand why
storms are named after women

remember this
as you make deals with the devil
and continue to birth revenge

my world only understands harmony
try your best to break it

rather spend some time
to repair your broken soul
that's barely hanging on its hinges
 Nov 2015 Alex Kuntz
aar505n
Please forgive me when I laugh at another thing you've forgotten.
I do not mean to imply your brain is rotten.

Please forgive me when I get annoyed by your confusion.
I know it's not your fault your mind has a shakey vision.

I wish I could help you when memory fades.
However there is no easy remedy made.

Please know how much I love you and your funny ways .
If only that was enough to prove you're not a lonly member.

I would remind you of all our happy days
But even for me it's hard to remember.

I hope I do not become like you.
I hate myself for saying it but it is true.


I love you.
And I hate that you forget.
If memeory is all we are, then who are we when it fades?
 Nov 2015 Alex Kuntz
Ria
A soulless body she was
Pale skin, chapped lips, dreary eyes
Her ribcage filled with soil
Flowers sprouting from her mouth
Her veins like vines,
Wrapped around her legs
Her skin, ripped
Corrupting was her flesh
Worms coming out—
Out of her senseless ears
As unfathomable as nadir—
She buried herself,
The insignia and rosettes,
The books she read,
The verses she chanted,
Her dreams, her fears—
A forgotten temple she was
Hidden in the middle
Of a busy city filled with people
She never knew
And at night, she would write
About nothingness,
Her cats, the mustiness of her youth
Tasting the divinity from the salt
Flowing from her eyes
She wanted god, she wanted sin
Pondering on the elusive thought
Of life and of death—
She just craved for sleep
Lay her body on a casket,
Be one with dirt—
So she drank the ink,
Poisoned her senses
And with her pen, a dagger
She stabbed her core
Rejoicing as she bled magenta—
She decided to die,
She decided to die
Before the monsters inside
Would have feasted on her meat
For myself, finally.
Hidden in the darkness, in the shadows, crouching
Elfin, or is it skeletal, like paper, like a wisp of smoke?
Longing eyes, strands of saliva oozing down a tiny chin
Predatorial, sniffing, snarling, waiting, watching, pouncing

Heart racing, blood scented, ******* cry, frightened prey
Everything running, always running, running faster
R**un, run, run all you like, *the shadows always catch you, in the end
Sorry I haven't done a poem in a while
Screaming in silence
Urges so strong
Inside a whirlpool
Crying for so long
It becomes clear
Death is here
E**very step of the dark, dark way
Skip a little higher
while you can still skip
Run a little faster
while you can still run
Laugh a little louder
while you can still laugh
Smile a little wider
while you can still smile
Eat a little more
while you can still eat
Breathe a little deeper
while you can still breathe
Live a little more
while you can still live
Stand a little further
while you can still stand
to be around the broken
*and not become broken yourself
What am I hiding?
Nothing at all
Nothing important
Just a silly scrawl

What's in that package?
Nothing for you
Nothing significant
Just a thing or two

What are my secrets?
What secrets are they?
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Every moment of every day

What are my desires?
I have so few
I am a simple person
Unlike you

What is my goal?
To live life, of course
To the fullest I can
With the least remorse

What's that key for?
The one around my neck?
It's just an old thing
Got to go, just a sec

What does it open?**
Nothing at all
Nothing significant
Nothing I can recall
 Nov 2015 Alex Kuntz
Amulet Atari
Your heart beats,
For straight girl after straight girl,
Girls Who
are deeply in love
With a boy
Who loves them back,
But not as much as you could.

Your heart beats,
For straight girl after straight girl
Girls who
Cringe disgustedly at people like you
If they knew how you felt
They'd cut you open
But in reality they already have

When she walks near you
You choke on your own breath
she doesnt notice how
Everytime her arm brushes yours
You blush and look away

Your heart keeps beating
With unrequited feelings
To a girl who's never even looked your way
She doesn't think she can

And when you call her beautiful
She doesn't understand
That she is all you ever want to see
Night
Is the time of poets
Of writers
Of painters
Of thinkers
Of people
Who make worlds
In their heads.

Night
Is when I sit and scribble
And flick
And splash
And imagine
And create
A universe
In my bed.

Night
Is when people love
And laugh
And cry
And scream
And become
Real and tangible
In my mind.

Night
Is when worlds quake
War breaks out
People revolt
Empires fall
Nations rise
From the ashes
In my pen.

Night
Is when worlds form
War ends
People accept
Empires are healthy
Nations are strong
Because I love the people
In my head.
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