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Chris May 2019
Fate is another lie
Dominated by old powers
Do,die or deny
It's your world not mine.

Freedom to the grave
No filters can be over
Lens is clear and say
Do not tell me how to behave.

Lock and load
shoot and unwind
the ache is gone
so far behind,
Complete, explode
It's what the hell,
As life erodes,
the bullets tell.

Security a ******* tale,
Normal life with normal norms
Until we're all for sale,
Until the world falls pray,

Violent til the end
No limits or laws or defense
No need to repent
Absolute catharsis began.

Red light go
drive over them
the ache is gone,
next stop deliverance,
Complete, explode,
No lie can show,
What you call-
your innocence,

Just die,
JUST DIE,
JUST DIE!!!!
It's Death Metal...whaddya expecet
Philomena May 2019
"Before the truth will set you free, it'll **** you off
Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot
Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one
'Cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra"
Autumn Bruening May 2019
When i was young,
I would’ve have given my mother the world.
Every mothers day, i would paint
My very best picture,
And I would walk to my grandmother's garden
To pick the tallest Easter lilies
That had bloomed weeks before.
Her front yard boasted
the most beautiful flowers
That fill my memories.
But like the colorful bloom,
My mothers love disappeared with time.
And sloppy paintings and roughly cut stems
Would never be good enough for her.
Poem to my mother who fuels a chronic depression.
Banana May 2019
Sometimes I wish I could disappear
They never guessed this would rip me in half,
This is ripping me in half.
But it’s fine,
It’s just fine.
I can’t get high anymore,
I can’t get high because I need more and more and more and it’s never enough. It’s never enough to forget.
It’s never enough to forgive.
I can taste metal in my dreams—
this is all the life I’ll ever need.
Tatiana May 2019
Pressurize and squeeze
the points at which we are weak
force us to release our control with a pop.
We let out an agonized groan,
as our support beams slide out of their joints
and grate against our buildings' bones.
They keep testing our metal
to see if it breaks.
But even as our bodies shake
we remain strong together.
Our mettle was forged in fires so hot,
so we will give it our best shot
and fight them until we cannot.
©Tatiana

Mini poem series finished :)
Tatiana May 2019
It seems you've been struck with the meddler's touch.
I can see it in the way you move.
Constantly looking over your shoulder
cringing when you see nothing
not that you wanted to see something.
It's a relief overshadowed by fear
that someone will mess with emotions so dear.
They'll make metal melt and become malleable.
They'll do the same to you if you're valuable.
Melt you down and mold you into something you're not
they'll meddle with the metal and give you a medal
for participating in their meddling
and leave you to cool down when you were hot.
You're right to be wary of strange sounds
just be careful not to turn all the way around
for they're not behind you, they never were
the meddlers are in front of you
messing with your future.

Now you're something that you were not.
Now you're something that you were not.
©Tatiana
All that's left is mettle

Mettle
Chris Apr 2019
Every moment, every mind,
All the world is bent and blind.

Heavy tears, free flowing blood,
Putting cruel stars in place.

Every call and every voice,
echoes, nothing but this noise.

0Da pacem Domine,
(I die by your behest)
1Quam tranquilitas,
2Quam serena mors est.

Every human ever made,
All our tears an icy glade.

Stary skies a sea of loss,
We know now, but what a cost.

Every angel every wing,
To hole of thine grave shall sing.

0Da pacem domine
(I live by your command)
3Dictat, sicut Deum
4Verb tuo,obito meum!
The sentences in parentheses are NOT translations, this poem is meant as a text for a song and this marks the backup vocals....
*Translations
0= Give peace o Lord
1=How peaceful
2=Death is
3= As God commands/dictates
4= Your word, my death
Over Apr 2019
The gentle spring breeze cuddles and caresses your skin
Sun bathes its light in the sea
And beyond the clouds lies the god's grin
To not be buried in all these pleasures
Is a sin

As the demons are born from metal pipes

The trees dance with the wind until their necks break
Sun bathes its light in the dirt
And beyond smoke and gas lies god's wake
Let us bury ourselves in all this pleasure
For our sake

As the demons are born from artificial volcanoes
Warm and filled with fiery toxins
Earth has evolved into a stranger form
And we were but an echo
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