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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Those scaley hellion
Thou sayeth
That thou knoweth hell?

Until a demon whispers
Into thy ear,

I'm gonna **** thou!!!!

And those are words

One canst ever forget!!!

Yet when mine protectors
Enter into their midst

Those demons
Always get blinded by their unearthly apparel!!!
C J Baxter Dec 2014
I took my devils out and broke
their hearts. Took them out for
dinner and watched them starve

Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts

Till deaths done its part and parted us.

Torn apart at the shoulders, rolled heads
like boulders. Hold her head till the end
                   till its breathless and colder.

The last devil sat down with me civil
and said that she was fasting anyway.
So I ate my dinner- she watched, then paid.  

Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
Feast on your beasts.
A Love Song For Four Mischievous Little Elves
joe perez Nov 2014
Your fallacies were let known
So as your walls crumbled so did your facade
and as looked through the rubble and dust,
I saw a child 
Its only possesion a golden whistle
This child stould for hours in the sun,
But no matter how much the whistle shone
  He was never found
And for the days that he attempted to be heard
  His s.o.s. was to no allure
And so i witnessed this bieng build a shelter of flesh,and once in he seldom came out
But the living become animalistic once enclosed
 And society does not take kindly to beasts.
The plagiarist is somebody
who loves the high regard.
Talent less and lazy and
lack a sense of working hard.

Its easier to copy,
take credit for another's trade
because they lack accomplishment,
it makes them feel afraid.

Afraid, because of inadequacy
in what they do or say
they want the credit of their peers
without a price too pay.

Incompetent and shallow
might cause these beasts to steal.
They like to boast of mastery
but of course this is not real

Shameful in their thievery
could never achieve the work they stole
but perhaps when they're pretending
this helps to make them feel whole.

This should not make them happy.
This should not make them glad.
In fact it should reiterate
that they are really, very sad!
14th September 2014
Michael Jun 2014
She cannot sort the grain. After all these trials, I have been lost yet again. —But fairy tales have been this ruthless before; myth has given me wings, has painted my shoulders with fur, with scales, with scars. Legends have broken me down into all the smallest invisible facets of myself until I could do no more than vanish entirely. Who will love me behind the walls? Within my keep, another girl's impatient hands will light the candle to gaze upon sleepless eyes, and wake within me all the anxious demons hiding inside Pandora's Box.
East of the Sun, West of the Moon.
your hands are phantom,
i knew them before
they painted in violet
dealt in dangerous
kinds of embraces.

the house creaks
like summer storms
collapsing sky

but i no longer
want to be trapped
with your arms.


i don't want to hang
from your chest
a trophy
you never earned



because people
don't work like that.
©JordanWilson-Dalzell

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