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Proud we stand, loftily in our ivory towers
Proud we stand, bawling our boasts and feats
Proud we stand, on the cold concrete we built
In shame, I hung my head, fathoming our “powers”
In grief, my quill broke his heart descrying our plight.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

Love has lost its world, We estranged her away
And the world lost its Love, We chased disarray
All the colours in this world have run eerily cold
Our eyes fixated on a global monochrome gold
To bundles of printed paper, our soul… we sold.
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

Our vermilion blood has thinned, thinner than wine
Onto our gashes, we had to dowse the thickest brine
Blinded by rage, we parried the balsam to our souls
Yet in an unhesitant grace, traces remain in our bowls
Yet... Our calamitous claws yearn to rinse it off us
Humanity bleeds as his ink flows in protean woe

For an endless pursuit, in an unquenchable thirst,
We ****** our heels onto them who cleansed them
The hands which held us taut. we mangled them.
All for an empty crusade seeking the same black
We went rabid, scouring for an immortal fountain
The answer was a drop of Love, now unobtainium.  

Yet I anticipate in the warmth of a spring someday
A few dewdrops and a little fountain emerging…
Fountain so bountiful in Love, her arrival in glory.
That day, my quill shall be healed and his ink resting
Another little work of mine. Another cry to the heavens about the unobtainium that is love.
This poem was recently published in a magazine here and I hope that you enjoy this.
Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
I took you at a glance that day
And met you with a kindly nod
Although you a strictly tried
to hide your evil,
I unraveled your facade
You think you can deceive us
"Simple folk" with your bodacious ***
But babe, I know of your decrepid soul
I promise this on God

You strut yourself around this world
Up on your pedestal
You harbor your self righteousness
And think you're "oh so cool"
You think the world should worship you
And see you as if you're a dazzling jewel
But I hate to burst your bubble gal
Cause you're one conceded fool!

Don't try and dance around the truth
And lie your way to goddess status
Cause after all is said and done
You're definitely no Trish Stratus
Your well thought out ruse just
Stands no chance when your heart is filled with malice
Girl, you're a mortal just like us -
You weren't delivered in a palace
So come back down to planet earth
And relieve us of this madness!
Just a goofy little poke at fun I came up with while brain storming.
Amy Oct 2019
she was once a 'good girl'
who followed the rules
which were created by fools
dressed a specific way
which led her astray
yet
you took that as a chance
to lure the good girl in your trance
and stole all her sweetness
and left her rotten in the end
Amy Oct 2019
“Lie to me again” she whispered,
                                                 “I love you” he replied
Jewels May 2019
Honey oozing out of your mouth as you speak
Glazing my ear with a seductive coat of kindness
Brilliantly beguiling my cartilage into a counterfeit tenderness
Diffusing its blissfully pungent aroma into my nose
Pulling my face towards you
Gracefully tilting my chin up
Eloquently dripping down your lips onto mine
Allowing me to taste your divine ooze
I can’t see your faults I only see your sweet
Beinghonest Feb 2016
I think I'm the worst kind of guy...
Deceitful,
But I don't mean to be.
It's just because I flicker from using my brain to using my heart.

I don't mean to mislead a girl,
I don't mean to break hearts,
I'm just searching for my one true love,
But it's harder than I imagined :

To go on this journey without leaving hearts broken.
Because I'm deceitful,
First following my heart,
Thinking you're the one,
Then following my brain,
Realising that we need to end things,
Because my conscience tells me I'm doing the wrong thing by holding onto you,
Even though you fill me up with so much joy and love...
It keeps whispering,
"You don't deserve her."
...
- just being honest
Mystifying Chaos Sep 2015
Her eyes reflected the tragedy she endured
She struggled daily to escape this hell hole
Her pain, was evident through the tears that rolled down her cheeks
Her cries were capable of making the strongest person weep.

She often wondered why...
Why was she so unfortunate to deserve such a fate?
Why she was not capable to give up on her life?

She burned in agony
She screamed in pain
She yelped for help, But no one came to her aid.
She was fed up but was still clinging onto some hope.

She tried to fight.... Oh how hard she tried to hold onto her life.
But he took everything away..
He stripped her from her innocence, caged her freedom and destroyed her pride.
And one unfateful day.. He even took her life.

One day, in broad daylight
He entered the house, staggering towards her with a knife.
He stabbed her, not once but twice.
Cursing her that she was reason people looked at him with spite.

He forced her into such a dark place where it's impossible to survive.
Her once porcelain skin turned scarlet.
Her struggle to survive, ceased to exist.
She was put out of her misery.
She was put out of her pain.

If only the people had believed her cries.
If only they had offered to help her fight.
Maybe.. just maybe She would still be alive.
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