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veritas Mar 2019
/There is no fellow in the firmament.
              but only fire can cast down raging blood,
running through the city, flagrant
         smoke on a collonade of scepters, raised
— line by line: note the conspirator in the masses
                 Doth not Brutus brotherless kneel?/
traitorous hands, leaking red
                 /Speak hands, for me!
— from a dagger plunged deep through the heart of eruption it
                                          spills chaotical, arterial, sinful
                                      down and down ribbons of life
        crown in rotation: halted
on tumbling tyrrant, passes guiltless largesse from hand sought to
hands yet seeking, searching
[whisperings]
         "but on what grounds is usurpation justified?"/
         "what cavity yet persists in the dawn of these reds rising?"
kneeling king, sodden with loss
          bend for me —
                       Et tu, Bruté?/
screamitbloodymurdersingitholydivination
                      ­                 Then fall, Caesar.
i experimented with a new structure combining lines from a play (Julius Caesar) with symbols and italics and the entire tool box.

*note: the quoted text is original, from pov of the commoners*
Hunger Feb 2019
Hi am crazy,
I have the perfect mix of soldier and lazy,
When i pass the flowers die,
When i pass the children cry,
I laugh i joke i have good fun,
Slaughtering all the people under the sun,
I am just an innocent child,
All the crimes i have done are just quite mild,
Except all the things that make me smile,
That list of accusations is quite the pile,
Each one could put me away for life,
At least those people don't have to deal with all their strife,
So let me sing,
And let me bring,
The death i love,
No peace or dove,
Bullets and rockets,
Picking dead men's pockets,
Plastered my face with many a smiles,
As i carry on my fun for miles after miles,
All my friends carried away,
Of course for the time they need to pay,
They thought it would be cool but they knew i was mad,
But at least i will never have to be sad,
Which is a fact that makes me quite glad,
Sorry if i hurt you a bit,
But that building just needed to be more lit,
Sorry if your parents died,
Not my fault they failed to hide,
Sorry for all this chaos i bring,
And that is the only thing about which i am lying.
/|LONG LIVE ANARCHY|\
\|FOREVER  AND   EVER|/
YES
Mary Worth, Mary Worth, Mary Worth... they've called to you.

Through the looking glass as the shadows grew.
With the candles lit, young people they stare.
In a fit they call to you, but you're never there.

Or are you... Mary Worth, sitting behind the glass, brushing your locks as the church calls to mass. They call to you... three times it's said, yet you never appear, at least not before bed.

You sit and you stare, with your hateful eyes, if only they saw you and how you despise; each of the children, the girls and the boys, who call out your name, in a dark room, with their toys...  You're ready for them, You could get them tonight but instead you just wait until the moment is right.

But I know the secret and I have the charm, You can't get to me Mary, You waited to long!

A hair from the devil, who's a long tailed fellow.
A ribbon on a bone from a wicked old crone.
Add a pinch of dust from a vampires bust.

I have it all in my little silver box and it's shut up tight with three shiny locks.

Now I am protected. I know the way, but watch out children or you'll be spirited away! Make sure you take heed of the galloping steed for it's death herself coming for you with a spider's stealth.

She'll wrap you up in a blanket so cold.

You'll never wake up...

You'll never grow old.
A little poem to go along with this children's Mary Worth ceremony https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo0Uh741DG8
Zombie Jan 2019
Life rotates in an orbit in which axis is society.
Caged in a society rule... It feels like chopping the wings of a bird
Shadow Dragon Nov 2018
Bleach my heart,
my eyes and my mouth.
Strangle love out of me
till I scream and shout.
Let my skin turn red,
purple and blue.
Feed me till I drop dead
with an apple from Peru.
Scream at me, scream!
Let there be steam
coming out of your ears
to awaken my fears.
Hold me tight and whisper
till your lips gets blisters.
Beat me ******
roar loud.
Show me that your proud
of the hot heavy tears
that stream down my face.
They are just for you
and don't bring me a tissue.
teni Oct 2018
you learn
all those beautiful love poems
you read over and over
filling you with butterflies
weren't about you.
you are not the focus
of the poets affection.
you are not the one
giving them inspiration and spark
to bleed love onto paper.

and that's when it seeps
into the deepest parts of your skin.
crushing your bones
tearing your muscle
ripping you to shreds.
you made me an optimist i was never meant to be.
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