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804 · Apr 2019
the final
Jo Meyer Apr 2019
cold fingers on notched wrists
seeking the lethargic pulse

the air full of heavy smoke
smothered by the ashes

watch our burned-out world
drowning in the faded flames

no words left to say
shivers down the twisted spine

a definite embrace
732 · Apr 2019
unbothered by the rain
Jo Meyer Apr 2019
have you ever seen someone
unbothered by the rain?

their head held high
not afraid of the thunder,
not scared of the sky

as streets are devoured
and the end meets the eye
ignorant of the storms
and the fires down low

someone, unbroken
unwilling to bow

do you dare to wonder:
what they must have done
what they must have seen

because no innocent man
is unbothered by the rain
683 · Apr 2019
war of black and white
Jo Meyer Apr 2019
the  paranoid  King                                    the  adama­nt  Rook
the   soulless  tyrant                                   icon  of   bloodshed
an  empire build on                                    build  on  the  ivory
fright   and  despair                                    fragments of  death  
                                    the   vacant  Knight  
                                    servant   of   demise
                                    the  bearer   of   fate
                                    bound  to the  night
the virulent  Queen                                    the  twisted  ­Bishop
daughter   of  doom                                    preacher   of   battle
the   graceful  terror                                    true worshipper  of    
clad   in  gilt  debris                                    the  god of  carnage
434 · Apr 2019
brawl
Jo Meyer Apr 2019
it is friday night
a warm breeze
pets the trees
today
they did a good job

red and yellow
neons illuminate
the silken blood
lovingly woven
into the asphalt

long story short
I just fought God
in a Denny's
parking lot
374 · May 2019
net of lies
Jo Meyer May 2019
once you're weaved into the net
struggeling like a desperate fly
at the mercy of a starving spider

cutting the silk
is all that's left to do

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