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hassan Oct 17
Calm of youth; adolescence yet to bear its fruits from within
Hitherto a descending world, before clear lungs of only air
Tales of a beast who induces slow ignorance into the minds of many circulate to he, of whom the journey will be, and the mistakes that come along.
The clear rosy membrane felt but not seen, lungs clean of filth.

Pride of growth, to when the brave warrior stood tall and mighty at his ripe advent of thirteen
Sword in his hand, braced the lair of the beast – of many things within him, porcelain lungs untouched
The vessel of breath - of he who dreams of a golden life upheld with fantasy - yet to waste
And after it all, he who’d take his last clear breath.

The worst risk taken; the quiet storm within his body aggravated
Curiosity takes the form as a metallic thing, like him a body unravelled
To the pressure of peers and the societal trend, he finally recollected the words of the beast:
“I bring only harm to the one who dares my presence, I do no good.
Breathe in my breath, I tell you. And allow my venom to silently take over.
All quarrels pulmonary may spiral up, the flesh pink balloon gone.”
Ignorance takes the form of the latter who ignored the beast's words, and thus curio turned to addiction.

The atropos of his own body lay on the bed of his imminent death.
The name of the beast was concealed, but the high and wise simply addressed it as a cigarette.
Classified a small beam of grey, enclosed within a poison baneful in every essence.
The lungs he cherished so deeply fragmented, shattered, dead.
Phlegm coughed out dust, an aching pain in his larynx
Bile accumulates and pleads to be released
The body once pure now susceptible to the most microscopic curses
Health in jeopardy, and all feels like a life sentence    
Akin to that of an elder, his lungs crumpled. And like the debris of igneous rock, the color of ashen nature
Health to be gone, health in peril
As to him, oxygen was an unobtainable dream held on a golden pedestal.
And like the millions of others that came before him, he became a victim of the beast’s ways.
a school project about lung damage or soemthing idk
Brandon Conway Nov 2018
On a thread how I hang
from the finger's sinew
my name nothing but slang
hidden in your menu

Oh master, oh master
how I sing your keen name
your tongue leaves court plaster
as your eyes rip and maim

I shout into the wind
and watch the words float by
perverse ears that rescind
a love that's gone awry

from your aloof finger
how my bruising neck sways
how my yearning lingers
legs will not turn away

Your want my desire
my desire your bliss
your bliss to set fire
I, those flaming red lips

I wish I could conjure
philters for you to drink
my concoction is but
poison turned to black ink

Soon the master will sell
their useless pawn, a slave
I will answer your belle
until the ocean waives

Rolling salt filling lungs
in the abyss I lay
left for the fishes tongues
Atropos’s shear’s prey
A Simillacrum Jun 2018
And what's worse
cursed
with something of a conscience
that despite being disrespected
and
***** will not let me leave.

Vulnerability
pressed
to the face of death with a smile
stretched ear to ear bowed
down
under the weight of fear.

Courageousness breaks
heavy pain. I use it against you.

Prostrate to the matrons
I begged for your courage for me.

Surprise
Surprise
Even when you hurt your loved ones
You focus on yourself
Surprise
Surprise
Even when you hurt someone you love
You protect yourself

You double down
in the name of pride.

Newsflash:

Your children are smart enough
to purposefully see
that they never procreate
if only for the world
to both act Atropos
on this overgrown
carcinogen
to humanity
and slash the path
of another hillbilly bloodline
Form inspired by the song "Smile" by AFI.
Lina Sep 2016
She was my own Atropos.
Eyes dark like belladonna's berry.
Her breath gave me life,
Her shears were slowly closing.

I waited every night for Atropa Belladonna,
But flowers only bloom by day.
I knew that she could never be
Mine only...my Deadly Nightshade.

So I let her go. By day, she is another's.
But only 'til the midnight hour...
When I am hers and she is mine.
And the night is forever ours.
Inspired by the Deadly Nightshade, one of my favorite flowers, and an almost lover.

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