the corona threatened
the time was red the hearts were downed at bottom of covered that fear with filled
fear from everything, touch, breath . that is not good
as you gazed it feared to be told and was pronounced was wrong so it stopped
no word can describe your smart
Love, Death Physical, Mental All the existence is connected to one single center. Hurricane The Center of the biggest, But the slightest Compare to our lifeless. Today you breathe and tomorrow, you will just drift.
This is my short version of my life.
your lungs inhale war
against the foundations of your ribs; bursting bones heard from within. lamentation conquers with its sharp-edged desolation leaving fragmented skin throughout friction between you and the false reflection echo consequences. you were a misled mistake tricked of glory & feared by contentment. you are whole and apart and everything in-between.
They’re all out
Noone can hear The quiet sobs You left hanging in the air The blood drips Down your arm You breathe deeply Unable to stay calm You cry quietly Hoping for a day That there are no lies Where you have to say your okay They’re all back Now you're scared That they will find What you’ve feared
With evil claws and teeth I chew the little wicked knights I slew. They enter one by one, as I burn them down to the ground for fun.
My fiery breath I breathe to melt their shields upon their feet and open my maw to eat my treats, oh what tasty meats. Bring me more gold my shiny fearless little hunks of meat for I am to be feared the dragon which is revered. I cannot be slain I will not be tamed for I am the red dragon that is renowned in fame.
Michael Robert Triska copyright, april 2018, this poem was made for a 5e dungeon & Dragons game
i don't want to be a flower
something to be plucked and looked at i want to be a groundswell, a mighty wave or a ravenous forest fire i don't want to be adored i want to be feared
this poem is loosely based off of the fictional character nina zenik from the six of crows duology by leigh bardugo. heavy emphasis on loosely.
When people ask what's wrong
I'm just going to tell them it's a long story Because I really really don't want to tell people the whole story Because that story Now comes to an end...
It's over. Exactly what I feared would happen did and I have no way to recover. ****...
Old missed opportunities And a Woman who should've known Exactly when I'm not my own. She strikes like a viper, Shoots to ****, like a ******. And she Quickly has disappeared Confirming what I had most feared.
The song Clocks by Coldplay was the inspiration for this one. I used the rhythm and meter to create these two verses.
I am a sight so sorrowful
I cannot bear to think, what little children feel when they stumble upon me. When I nod to show them what my intentions are, they turn and run from me and watch me from afar. When I smile and beckon them, to come to me, I sadly have to see them cringe and cry out loud. When I beg them to stop and listen to my song, they look at one another and stare at me in awe. Oh why can’t they come closer to see my beady eyes a-blinking with my tears wherein my sorrow lies? Oh why can’t they come close enough to see my shoulders frail, bent forward by the wind and rain and storm and hail? Oh why cannot they see my body hanging limp, a lifeless shapeless pity with only withered hope? A sad and lonely scarecrow standing in a lonesome field, destined to spend my days in endless sorrowful ways.
Sometimes a role necessary to fulfill is not recognised by anyone as being worthy.