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chew the shards of glass
between your overcast teeth
and promise me this time—

promise me you wouldn’t lie.

doesn’t feel too good with
blood overflowing in your
mouth, does it? did it turn
the ashes into putrid mud,
as well, and pour out from
every orifice in a thick, dull
sludge, confessing the crimes

tucked quietly behind those
calculating, glimmerless eyes…

does the crunching of glass
sound like the bones i broke
trying to convince myself that
your gaping lips are meant for
more than blatant fabrications—

does the crunching of glass
sound like sweet music to you,

the way it does to me right now?
Amna Khan Jun 2020
Maybe if I write about you
my heart will be at ease;
maybe the butterflies will stop.
I can't acknowledge you
because then,
I'll have to admit to crimes
that even I don't know I've committed.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Dr K S Bhardwaj May 2020
People All Over The World
Have Committed So Many Crimes,
That Nature Has Made Them
To Hide Their Faces In Shame.
My View Of Corona Is That It Is Nature's Fury Against Sinful Living Of The People All Over The World. I Never Saw Women At Risk As They Were Pre-Corona. What Happens After The Virus Is Completely Killed, I Can't Say. But #My_View Is That There Ought To Be Some Positive Change. What Do You Think Esteemed Readers?
C F Mar 2020
I have no mercy
For you
Any longer.

I wish I did.

I won't surrender
No.
I can't.

I've come too far
On my own journey,
Yes. I'm not a heartless villain
Like Disney.

I can feel it destroying me
I am a child of anger
Until the battle is done.

I can feel it
Burning in my veins
The rage
In my blood

You stepped too far
You pushed too far
You thought you were safe.

You thought you were
Untouchable.

But people talk
And talk
And talk
And now I'm done.

You don't seem to understand
That you need to run

Because I know more than he does
And you're naive
If you think I won't tell him.

You can sleep for today
But tomorrow we fight.
Diksha Prashar Feb 2020
My thoughts
Are haywire
Lying to me in
Crossfire,

So hard to
Stay positive
When all are
Screaming so
Negative,

Every step turned
Ash
Hard work a
Crumbling crass,

No pieces remain
Enact
To react
Fallen hope
Choking to cope,

With shaky breathe
You stood
Collecting
What left of you?

Before vultures attack
Fragmenting pride
Altering into self crimes,

Thoughts are powerful
Shrine
Can pull through
Abhorrent verve
Lying only one side
Of turf
Angelique Jan 2020
product of butchered philosophy
men must suffer at the hands of those distracted
by their thirst for their self interest  
punishment is dealt at the request of politics
radical voices
which are silenced by the liberty bred into the rebel
who too fought against crimes
seeking refuge in a new land
but would not allow refuge to those
who suffered at the hands of their destruction
Moth Dec 2019
A rope swings gently in the wind
hanging from an elevated stage
an audience mills below the steps

From a gleaming metal bared window
a young women in plain clothes watches
she sits proper and straight before her fate

They come at dawn clacking with her chains
she holds her head high down the hall
as tears stream down her petite face

The steps are high as they hoist her up
ringing the rope around her fragile neck
the roughness is a promise of darkness

In the crowd she sees her children mourning
Not yet dead she smile at them sadly
and mouths “I’ll always love you”

There is an ominous thump from below
and she struggles in the air hands grasping
too light for the rope to snap her neck

Hours and hours later the crowd gone
she breathes her last breath alone
hanging for something she didn’t do
Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
On a street near Don Juan
In Boca Chica's bay
Nightly music and drums unwind
To a proclavity of dismay

Little seashells aplenty
For every pious gaze
Unripen beauty so varied
Habitual buyers unfaze

Rising tension of devout sinners
Smoke and coffee breach the air
A salted heart in a mink's coat
"Toma dos ahora" ; take a pair

In Boca Chica's bay, seashells aplenty
Little seashells: its sells, it sells
May your Interpretation guide you.
lost Jul 2019
side by side,
smothered in rhyme
covered in agonizing crimes

they stand and stare,
but darling beware

for they are not the angels you sought to find,
but the demons that caused our crimes
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