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The shepherds are killing the sheep, right down the street in barrages of automatic weaponry with no screams, just armor and clenched teeth, in the land of the free, home of the brave, decaying dreams, and police raids.
Pull me up
Push me down
Same time
Same place
**** it all any way

From the filth
From the flame
Into the well
Into the shame
**** it all any way

Unchanged
Estranged
Deranged
Profane
**** it all any way

Vacant
Vagrant
Strengthened
Awakened
**** it all any way
The pen is mightier than the sword
Now that is a crock of ****
If you never learnt to read or write
You can't proclaim it is
Tell it to a Syrian child
Filled with only fear
You can't eat a pencil
Textbooks get you killed
The west has failed a nation
Rhetoric is hot  air
In the time you took to read this
Another child is dead.
...It is not
poetry
but a sense lost
in words
Morning, it brings blue
so fresh so real
and confused
Like a feather gone mad
caught in the storm
But there's no rain
not today or
tomorrow
Only the calm...
the eerie silence that
screams when everything
is
still
So you wait, hoping it will wane and
waited long enough
only to realize
you have defined
Void...
Mek
01.07.13
I am a hexagon
with a tail
glowing
when you inhale
down the trachea
I go
teasing
my trail
quid pro quo

I split in two
and enter into two
pleura-covered chambers
and this is where
I might cause
unpleasant dangers.

I dissolve
on the membrane
of vitality
and tickle
the red cells
providing warmth
to reality

I leave red puddles
in a white desert
and I make kin care
with grueling effort

The core pumps
scarlet liquid
through upper
and lower
sections
It splits me
carries me
in all
different
directions

I end up
in the cortex
I alter
gray matter
I fumble
with your strings
I am the annex
of your receptors
I am a helpful
benefactor

I control
your flow
of information
your hunger
and your memory
in return
you are
worry-free
I make you happy
to be
I am THC.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My love was a fire that burnt the edges of my book, spreading to the binding, then from the inside, the flames licked outwardly toward my breath, filling my lungs until black was all that was left.

Ashes brushed aside. I stood with crusted eyes that questioned the surmise, to my late arrival.

Reprisal programmed in the map of my survival, vital to the plans for standing, and rejecting everything I've known, and i have grown in the pain, that has formed my strange demeanor.

My felonious ways, plead behind misdemeanors, for the leaner sentences of my commitments to commence upon the trenches of sheltered fakes, measured, divided, and placed in places to judge the taste of my waste.

Be my guest.
you swept the ashes of winter
lit red and ****
drawn naked with smoke
and coal
still glowing
in the shadow of paper flowers
pressed to walls of plaster
and stone
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