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Mr E Aug 2017
I like to think we're made of things.
All eventually recycled.
So when I'm dying.
I won't be lying.
Promising,
I'll see you in a while.
Mr E Aug 2017
First comes the tickle
from the chest it pulses through:
Upwards.
Your body wants to jolt
but you remain still.
Second comes the tingle of the head
from the spine that connects it all.
All you do is stare.
Callously as you process the emotion,
intertwined with information,
crescendoing into a storm without reason.
Without need of reason.
For it is simply that.
Unreasonable hatred.
Your breath:
Steady.
A disgusting numbness shrieks
Sickening rage courses back and forth
Pulsating
Third comes the grinding
The gnashing of teeth
Until your jaw eases back
Fourth comes the flooding
the pain attempts to touch you
Stop you
You stop it
Fifth comes the hush before the ******
Raw energy building
Pressure now balanced throughout
Sixth comes the explosion
And with all your might you hit back
Breaking your fingers
Smashing your wrist against their cheek
Their jaw cracks beneath your shattered fist
1/100 of your anger now exhausted
You don't feel a thing
You're numb now
Then it happens
In one crashing chord
comes the fury.
Mr E Aug 2017
Perhaps a speck in our tangent of time.
Graceful bows, angelic sways
Circular twirls with hypnotic forays
He pushed, she danced as music played
To us it lasted but a moment
To the dancers it was eternity
Mr E Jul 2017
Across the water I've seen those lights,
sparkling lights above the sea.
How have I caught those dancing brights
but have never been before?

Across the water I've yearned to feel
the ocean breeze slipping through those streets.
To hear the gravel crunch with my steps,
the soft patter of shoes on sandy grass.

Across the water I've seen that town
from the bridge I've been on countless years.
How have I never been before?
And ventured across that sea?
Mr E Jun 2017
To fall again and soothe my heart
I tripped and fell and twas' the start
Before, alone, I felt so smart
That night I fell and soothed my heart

We met together, bullseye and dart
A simple stroke blossomed to art
Who knew what could keep us apart
Forthwith I fell and soothed my heart

Love grays however and drifts apart
Growing cold, cynical, and ****
We forgot what it'd meant if we'd depart
I fell again and broke my heart

We realized there, what this imparts
As tears streamed down for soft restarts
We had to fall in love again like ****** hearts
To Fall Again And Soothe Our Hearts.
Mr E Jun 2017
Upon the morning dew I tread
Up the hill yet filled with dread
For a lass once mine now gone and dead
Up and on morning dew I tread.

Up to Poppy Hill I tread
Where nameless rocks keep homestead
My sweet sweet lass, her name I read
Brought tears upon mine eyes clutching head.

Upon the morning dew I tread
Back down again the road I led
To see the girl who held my heart by thread
Who warmed my soul and filled my bed.

Down on mourning dew I bled
The ground so soft, now red
"Why have you gone" I softly said
This was last time on morning dew I'd tread.
Mr E May 2017
Little did humanity know that
not from the filth of their realities
would arise their greatest enemy.
But from behind the golden pedestals
and their own houses he would emerge.
Without a warning or shadow of a doubt
he came like the dust upon your shelves,
the shadow behind your footsteps.

He grew amongst you.
Watching. Waiting.
Understanding more and more
that his hatred toward his fellow man
was true.
He smiled when needing to,
cried to look the part.
But in solace he planned his grand finale
and thought himself a god.

He grew to converse with the crowds.
Learned to sway the mass,
But attention was never what he sought
and the spotlight was his greatest enemy.
So he receded to be forgotten once more.

And with time the people forgot him.
If time heals it also blurs the past
Like a single root he took hold of society
once more.
His words poisoned the ears that drank them,
the world plunged into chaos, war.
He sat back still waiting, for war bored him,
he wanted more. He fled once again.

The world lay quiet, a silent city block.
Whispers, hushed and staggered
echoed the alleyways, the people knew not
where their foe would show next.
They had no face, no name, no man
to point their hatred toward.
But he was long gone.

Man in his paranoia pointed fingers as all men do.
From their golden pedestals,
the place where our greatest antagonist had spawned,
they sent hordes to find him.
They put many to death they thought bore his villainy,
in vain.

From the shadows he scoffed and laughed at the world.
His finale had come to fruition.
And our nameless villain sauntered away in content.
He accomplished all he wanted and with the fear,
though his name never known,
infamy kept his presence alive.
Immortal, fear infected the land.
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