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rig Jan 23
i know not the love of me
i scarcely feed myself full
i leash desires to ashes
i tremble when still for long
i blindly accept defeats
i am never hot of mind
i want no more than little
photovoltaic Dec 2020
electricity!

you harnessed me,
caged me, running inside copper wires
made me do your bidding
enslaved me as the bringer of energy

you caught me,
dragged me up from the depths
coal-black, the liquid gold of oil
light from the nuclear furnace in the sky
ever-changing, shifting tides

electricity!
i make light for you,
drive giant machines, power countless engines
i am the foundation on which your entire world is built-

but i can also ****.
you may have intentions, a task for me to do
i have intentions too.
yea i know what photovoltaic means but like it sounds nice so whatever. its vaguely based off serafina's song about the subtle knife in philip pullman's novel the subtle knife. lol also feels nice to have something named after me
again, i have no idea what im doing
Sophia Aug 2020
What is more deadly,
A gun or a thought?

A gun gives you the opportunity
But a thought pulls the trigger.
Tryniti Aug 2020
Stricken, sudden realization
My sense of worth so breakable, so frayed
Your approval, my salvation
Washes over me like a wave.
It's unfair to me, to you
Dependence on your word
Breath held, between us two
As though it's the last we've ever heard.
In and out, up and down
Never quite quick enough
Falling, tripping, to the ground
I never did like it rough.
Water's edge, beautiful and deadly
Peeking at my toes
I always knew you were too friendly
Now it's got me, now it knows.
Knows the tide of my heart
Ebbs and flows
Never could keep up
With those highs and lows.
SA Szumloz Aug 2020
Blackest wishing well
Coughing up deadly wishes
You'll meet your demise.

~
I haven't written a haiku/senryu in forever! This poem is about black lung disease.
this is for a very select few read and interpret and comment:

V for Virus

Never mind the verbosity of this verse
and forgive the version of it's verbiage.
This vibe's like a violent atom
with a vital valency.
Verily, verily, the virus has ventured
into a vertex, the apex of its vexation.
Let's all be cautious even as we have gone this far, Covid is a plague
Bryn Kennell Jul 2020
She is light
Empathy like sunshine
Determined to permeate through every living being she encounters
Gentle, soft, and warm
But oh can she ever burn

Unexpectedly she will set and become darkness
Appreciating her only at her best
Many a creature who once bathed in her light
Flee into hiding
Hurt, sorrow, rage

Little do they know
At her darkest is when she needs them most
She grows cold

Little does she know
Darkness is a deadly place
For those who stick around
Peste
J'hiberne jusqu'à ce qu'il soit temps, perfide,
Limpide
Contemplez-moi, impies,
Le jour du jugement est ici !
Courez par centaines,
Car seule la quarantaine
Peut vous soigner.
Peut vous sauver,
Seul l'exil
De la prévisibilité infernale de la ville

J'ai arraché les pétales de toutes les fleurs
Des cloches sonnent à toutes les heures
Pour ceux qui sont malades de pleurs,
Que ne peuvent soigner aucun docteur.

Je rempli les terroirs,
Je gratte les fumoirs
Je suis le tout,
Je suis le fou

Guerre
Je suis le vouloir
Je suis le pouvoir
Mourrez sous la loi martiale
Souffrez de la vie impartiale
Macabre moulin à viande tendre
Dans un champ fertilisé à la cendre
Le Minos des temps modernes,
Que l'on nourrit de notre jeunesse
Consomme, vorace comme en ivresse
Consume nos amis et nos frères,
Salit nos soeurs et nos terres

Les mains tachées du sang des atrocités
Que l'on regrette un fois revenue la lucidité
Personne ne nous détruits mieux que nous-même
Personne n'a jamais été sauvé dès son baptême

Je tue les espoirs
Je vole les avoirs
Je suis lucide,
Livide

Famine
Je suis le rat dans les geôles
Je n'ai plus de contrôle
Même si je fuis ailleurs,
On me ronge de l'intérieur !
Sauvez-moi de cet insatiable creux !
Je salive de tous mes yeux
À la vue de nourritures fines
Dont je suis en manque, j'imagine
La vie n'est que désirs,
Bonheur, l'excès et son plaisir

Que ne ferait pas un homme pour ne pas rater son train
Quand il se meurt, et qu'on lui promet un bout de pain ?
Que ne ferait pas un homme quand il est seul et qu'il a faim
Quand de l'intérieur il meurt, et qu'il besoin de soin ?

Je vide les armoires,
Je gratte les contoires
Je suis le vide
Je suis l'avide

Mort
La limpide clarté
La déchirante pureté
De la puissante nature,
Et de ses créatures
Les plus virtueuses,
Les plus malicieuses.
Célèbre dramaturge,
J'ai ce désir de purge,
De soulager des siècles d'agonie
Et ainsi cloître le cycle de la vie

Rien n'est aussi grandiose qu'un dernier coup de théâtre
Quand on est seule dans le silence de l'audience à l'amphithéâtre
Bien petite compensation pour avoir réprimé ses désirs
Que de pouvoir rêver un peu avant d'enfin s'endormir

Je vide les boudoirs
J'écarte le doute de revoir
Je meurs d’ennui, je suis mort,
Je meurtris la vie, je suis la mort
Poetic T Apr 2020
Lucid eyes gaze at you deeply,
not just one, but the attention
of another. Then another,
till onyx eyes follow your
every movement, mimicking
                 your head gestures.

These little clouds of white,
    like a breeze surround you.
But what started of as a gathering
soon became a mob mentality.
As they hurry around you a
hurricane of nibbles upon your being.

As white becomes crimson, it would
look pretty if not for your blood painting
on the canvass of there appetite.
You try to scream out, but as you raise
your hand in desperation. One after another
they consume digits. And screams are
muffled out by there herd of ear piercing
                                            Bbaaaaaaaaaaaaa's.

­The circle of life has a funny way of coming
around, as they clean each other all that's left
is a stain, quickly dissipated with multiple
fluffiness walking over as they ***...
    What was a ink blot on the field now just
a hue on the blades no one being the wiser.

Then later another walker, brave and daring
walks unrespecting, and this one isn't as
skinny as breakfast.. Lunch is served.
As they smile sweetly, the walker says
          Bbaaaaaaaaaaa….

Oh dearie me..
             this isn't going to end well me thinks..
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