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KarmaPolice Jan 2016
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Sitting in his chair,
Laughing at your pain,
Abuse driven glory,
His only aim,
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Withdrawn from society,
Curtains drawn close,
Prozac painkillers,
Attention less ghost,
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Viral anger,
Lack of remorse,
Deflecting the pain,
Of his parent's divorce,
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A knock at his door,
The troll opens it wide,
A recognised face,
Looks him straight in the eyes,
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Fear grips his body,
As she pins him to the floor,
Their screams turned to silence,
A troll he was no more....
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The urban legend,
Of the internet troll.
Punished by the evil...
That devoured his soul.
KarmaPolice Dec 2015
We will succeed in stripping you apart,
Exposing your chest and crushing your heart,
Exposing your mind to collective lies,
Twisting your thoughts to their murderous cries,

Forcing your stance on their pedestal high,
Cutting your wings as you fall from the sky,

They left him cold; he succumbed with distress,
Anxiety forced upon weakened chest,
All the black and white pictures the media pressed,
Were tainted with lies a corporate mess,

They dragged his carcass through the public mire,
Flaming their cause and they set him on fire,
They watched him burn his former self,
Leaving his spirit crushed, by failing health,

He then slipped away

In to the troubled path of cyclic noise,
History bleeds within the brain it destroys
Based upon the stories behind the media and the destruction it leaves. It is fiction.
  Dec 2015 KarmaPolice
Bear Feelings
I've pulled the roots and burned the bridges,
I've wasted time on digging ditches,
I've bailed, I've hid, been poor, had riches,
But of all these things my only wish is,
My wildflower could give forgiveness,
How she shines mischevious bright
Lighting a way almost
Her light touches me, but I cannot remain
Heavenly body in the dark of night
Outshines the stars
But spoilt by this day
Cool elegance to the eye
Yet burns bright to my soul
Transient, but ever there
Dependable as the tide
Ephemeral as the night
Mysterious universe so close at hand
Written for a woman
KarmaPolice Dec 2015
Weeping man
All alone
Reading text
Upon his phone

No eye contact
No face to face
Her distant words
Lacking grace

Flowers dumped
In public vase
Intended ring
Reflects his face

He walks away
To numb the pain
Mixing bourbon
And weak *******

To lap of love
By means of gold
A strangers flesh
He needs to hold

Broken dreams
An empty bed
Missing wallet
Pounding head

Drunken walk
Lacking grace
Finding flowers
In public vase

Weeping man
All alone
Walks the street
Miles from home
KarmaPolice Nov 2015
Wandering the streets in vain,
A darkened soul calls my name,
Her haunting voice draws me near,
The path I take, will soon appear,

The fog as thick as yesteryear,
Clinging to my pores and hair,
My tired feet can’t take no more,
Seeping blood upon the floor

A dancing light, leads me below,
Underneath the watching crow,
Frozen as the light draws near,
The silent train of yesteryear,


She cries for me to save her soul,
The train derails out of control,
Arms reach out, push me back,
My legs are caught upon the track,

And silence falls….


The fog retreats from where I lay,
With phantom limbs upon display,
The curse remains for all to see,
No legs remain below my knees.
KarmaPolice Nov 2015
Cold grey exterior,
Weeping acid rain,
Condensated glass,
Rotten window frame,

Drum and bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Tired mother screaming,
Kicking at their door,

Abuse laden vocals,
A wolf pack circle round,
Commotion on the stairwell,
Falling to the ground,

Blood soaked footsteps,
Muffled voices flee,
Sirens in the distance,
Mother cries for me.

Drum and Bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Orphaned son is weeping,
Mother screams no more.
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