Heaps of praise showered On the firmament On planets and stars Hearts overwhelm by beauty of nature Poetry in abundance Worms face stark discrimination No one writes about them No one sympathizes with them For they're lowly creatures Inhabitants of sludge and sullage Stinking gutters, places suit them Mankind loathes them For they live in toxic environment Toxic not for them But for humans Humans think Worms are pitiable creatures Live in helly conditions Worst kind of creation Undergoing punishment Curse anyone? Say with bitterness Be a worm of a ***** gutter As if it would Be a worst kind of punishment Foolish they're Worms live in Most favorable conditions for them Making hell for humans Sense of sight Sense of hearing Missing for them They live happily in their environment Humans blessed with Sense of sight Sense hearing Turn blind and deaf To human misery Worms living in human form Teeming millions Slum dwellers on this earth Befriending worms In stinking gutters In reality Lowliest creatures Flush out stinking gutters Let's bring them to better conditions Make humans Of worms in human form!
Keep the dark at bay, there's creatures that reaps the village after day The children are scared, the town folks are speaking, scattered around the village floors Far away, the sound of cries can be heard and mother's trying to sooth their nasty squealing but still they failed as the littles are struck-out despaired The farmer's aren't having it easy too as they're trying to sort out their herd Some animals obey, but still more cause up a disarray Sweet sun, gone too soon as it falls into night It's heat, the village ask for it in a far cry Protect us! Angels of night and day! Soon, the ground shivers as dark night befalls creatures, hunting the village at ***** bay
Darkness falls upon the land the time is finally here Chirps now belong to crickets And blind birdlike beasts appear A couple bound by cobweb shackles Bathe in nighttime’s crooked smile Whilst weaving in the shadows The captors wait a while Sounds of leaves from dying limbs Dance deftly on the midnight breeze No life within their brittle veins Forever strangers from their trees Natures waning lunar grin Is concealed behind a haloed cloud. Who knows what sins that it commits Behind its wispy shroud? Stars look down intently With sinister twinkles in their eyes Spies that stalk the witching hour Corrupting faultless skies An owl perches on a twisted giant Whose Wooden arms stretch out It searches with its focussed gaze For creatures scurrying about Whilst The shielded hedgehog wanders Foraging the ground It’s weapons at the ready For any predators around minions retreat to their houses And with a final smirk Nights guardian begins to fade And the sun begins it’s work
all my demons have awakened from such long, deep slumber like rampant creatures with wounds to mend, and so i caressed their madness out of grief inside my soul's dimly lit chamber.
03.21.21.| i think all madness is carved out of deep grief. one line that stuck with me from a show said, "what is grief if not love persevering?". and if grief is as said, isn't true love also a madness?
He stared down into the dark, twisting waves, as if a voice spoke to him from the watery depths below.
It seemed to pull him in and pool in him. It swam circles in his curiosity.
The Sun stabbed at the waves, washing rainbows over glimmering abalone. Translucent bubbles danced in its light. Fishbones lay quietly on the ocean floor, forgotten. Starfish whispered to him, tales of how they had lost their arms to the creatures that walk in the sun.
Urchins complained about the oil pooling in their waters. Sharks gave him the silent treatment. And despite the fact that he too had legs and walked in the sunlight,
he knew he was not made for the sun, but for the sea. And the waves whispered his name with salt and foam.
This poem was written in 2016. "Sea" was published in Rose State College's Pegasus 2016.
Chimera gave me a Molotov cocktail on a Friday night in a neon-lit downtown scene. - - - they never told me not to drink it because they wanted me to go down in flames. - - - so I drank it, and it burned my innocence for I will never trust another when they hand me a drink - - - but i am phoenix and from the flames i keep rising
I am the one in suit made of nigh The person with the blood behind the axe The signs you'd see beneath the sky The words you hear in a moment of wild I became thoughts you never wish you had The lips with kisses for every child A calm you feel when in your mind A spark of blast at leisure time Like a love that comes through a while I am the dancer whose clothes are rags I sail but only at the center of your minds My crew are made of wood and skulls full of thoughts I creeps into the fawnest minds I etch unto the tauntless nous I am lurking behind their every words I heal but a day with me hurts I crawl into your heart and live only in your head I am those voices you hear when In your bed The breeze that tilts the window head Image flashes with shadows unclear I am creatures in the dark whom thoughts you hear The one that increase with your slightest fear I am the illusion!!!.