#avenge
"Tell me, was it hard to die,
or harder to be the one who survived?"
The air became suffocating ,
what they see is a foreign place.
The ashes spreaded everywhere,
the pain is now what they embrace.
Confusion and guilt ,
agony slowly built.
Wiping out half of the universe?
...more like half of their universe.
Almighty and invincible,
kneeled in space almost unbelievable,
Witnessed his brother's death,
now waiting for the moment when,
"The sun will shine on us again".
Love in her tears,
the pain and her fears,
Were to be seen when she was committing her sin,
Yet she replayed in her mind,
"I just feel you" until she died.
They were supposed to be together,
till the end of the line,
Now he's broken holding the hand of his friend,
Who said "Steve?"...and dusted in the plain air.
The faithful and patient one,
passed the test of the Ancient One,
But now he only got the time to say,
"There was no other way".
He promised to **** her,
she loved him more than anything,
"Oh man" this reality is cruel,
Him already gone and her soul trapped in a stone.
Most of them became dust swiftly,
But there was one who got the power to fight this briefly,
Fell in his arms struglling to stay alive,
"I don't wanna go" were the words echoing in the sunlight.
Even though the pain is crushing,
They won't move on,
and this time no more losing,
With all the strength and help they've gotten,
"Whatever it takes" they'll avenge the fallen.
"We are in the endgame now."
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
Kept hearing the ticktocks,
It is time to start my little game
Eyed the prey as he talks,
Hope he still remembers my name
At the dusky street,
Where I started what is planned
Took him long to accept defeat,
Pinned him until he stopped struggling on
the land
Took my blade and stabbed his orbs
Oh, what disgusting views it absorb!
These pair of eyes, I despise
For it was used to spy on my sister's
thighs
His sinful hands, I chopped
He heard how my sister begged but he
never stopped
These hands that traveled my sister's
pearl,
This is what I had witnessed when I was a
little girl
Lastly, his little shaft
I slashed it in half
This little thing is the reason why we mourn,
For she slaughtered herself with a baby unborn
She had commited the unforgivable sin
For she was sexually abused at the age of
fifteen
I stood up to desert the venue,
My dear sister, I have venged for you
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
The way, she did to me
Is the way I did to her
The way, where hearts broke
The way,
I will never return to
The way where
Sun used to long last
The days spent in the past
Still, when thy feeling arises
My day neither sets, nor rises
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
Let me invade the depth of your body
And be ****** with a precious lady
I'll slap you with my words
And kneeled to me like a lord
You'll bow in me till your toe
Even though I'm your foe
And my sarcasm will be your poison
I won't let any caution
For you to mind where is your position
I'll show you my phantasm
To **** you with my sarcasm
I'm your virtual poison
And I will let you drink my potion
I won't give any option
Cause that was really my intention
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
You think you're so good?
Exploiting someone like that?
Having yourself a little fun
Don't give a **** if it's bad?
Well **** you, you are ****
When you hear me come
You better run!
I can **** you easily without a gun!
Send you to the morgue, start saying goodbye
The last words you'll say before you die!
I hope I'm the one to slit your throat
And how's this for a little side-note:
I don't even ******* KNOW you!!!
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Share with me Cherie
The life you left unwoken
Asleep under ice
Send me your sweet heart
Riddled with self-inflicted
Knife wounds I may mend
I feel in your words
In your thoughts the flesh you sear
In hope of sealing
And hiding the pain
Of existence without love
Living from below
You are not alone
Cherie do not
Be afraid
Cherie please
Do not wait
For me
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
maybe I am bedeviled by thoughts of you everytime my mind slips into the abyss, maybe that's the reason I don't tap into it the way I used to.
But If I told you how I felt, it'd get swept under the rug.
Suppose my eyes burn behind these creme- thick glasses everytime I see you, suppose I hate the silence and fight the urge to burn my surroundings with the heat behind my eyes.
But if I told anyone what I saw, it'd get swept under the rug.
Imagine I listen to music and hear your voice, so I claw my headphones out like they were ice seeping into my skull and freezing my cranium with words oh so soothing as a double-edged blade sinking both ends into me, Imagine a tear escaping my eyes, voice raising in a blatant attempt to ease the pain.
But If I said a word about what I hear, it'd get...... well, I think you know what'd happen.
Lets dig under that rug, four feet by four feet area of infinite emptiness.
Half of my life has been hidden in there: emotions, mental, thoughts, pains, lusts, curiosities, questions, intents, past, present and future, all have been hidden under that rug.
It's stitches are one with my soul because it has so many of my confessions that it absorbs part of my soul.
I trust that rug more than I trust some of the hoes I claimed to trust from day one.
I trust that rug more than I trust some of the friends I've had since meeting.
That rug has an affinity for gaining people's trusts, like me.
That rug produces more positive vibes than power chords produce energy, and yet we wonder why something being swept under the rug is a bad thing.
I sweep myself under the rug because I know I'll be safe there. I know that with all the thoughts and emotions I share, that with that safe haven, I am assured.
I rest under the rug, I cry under the rug, I sleep under the rug.
As it is my home.
And I love it's sincere serenity.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Have I told you dear
How in the Summer
When Mama
Was still here
And the Sun God shone
Down my shoulders
Flowing over
My soul
How I loved sifting sand
Through my fingers
Watching the waves
Grow nearer
How I loved the ripples
Lost in my eyes
The rushing
Those waves
The sudden crashing
The not knowing
The dragging
The cold
The under water rays
Of light beaming
A fleeting glimpse
Of gold
Lost in the depths
Forever
Until
Spit out on scorched shore
For air
Gasping
Exhausted
Reality
I am here
Back here
Without you dear
Drowning
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
No emotions.
No pains.
No love.
Just emptiness. Maybe it was heart break, maybe not. But I'm chill with it at first...
Then my brain goes numb.
and my body quivers in public, me trying to play it off. But I know what it is.
My emotions, my anger, my love
all coming back to me.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
You may be right
But we all have our own fences don't we, Cherie?
Cherie: a sweet name
A dear name
For a dearer mind
But, angel
There is honor in the flight, you know
It is better to have flown
Than to be forever grounded
It is more noble to have know
Than to be eternally lost
In ignorance
My battered heart
I hope you may mend
Dear Cherie
But you must tread carefully
On this fragile soil
Dear friend
.... My own name
..... Is Niklas
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Kind spirit
Your letter has saved me
Stuffed under
These barbed fences
Built by those devils
And you are my angel
My link from the nether
Herded like sheep
We trudged through the 9th circle
Fewer than first started
Those souls we left on our way
Those souls will become letters
Stained with tears and wine
But all is grey here
My family
Where are they?
Oh, Mama and Papa
Where are you now?
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
If I get to wish upon a rose tonight
All I want is to see your golden eyes.
I love the way your skin dances in the heat with not an inch of sweat while daunting your perfection.
I love the way your eyes glisten as you catch a moonlit grace from heaven, so beautiful you offend the sun.
I love the way your body sways as your hips swish when you know I’m watching. You’re too seductive for your own good.
But if I could wish for anything, I’d wish for you to drop the act.
Take off that **** make-up, your skin’s beautifully dark brown, don’t change it.
Get rid of that girdle, dear god those his curve without it.
Take off that wig and those fake nails, baby girl, I know your nails look tacky, but your imperfections are perfect so tell me why you need to look like someone else.
And of all the things, take out those blue contacts, for though I know the true color is brown, I can’t see the façade when your contacts are out. I can see naught when I stare at you
Nothing but your golden eyes.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
I get it, we all have demons, but why is it that yours only taunt me?
Why is it that you have to insist on being difficult with me when I’m completely open with you?
Why is it that you always say that I do something, but that same thing you say I do is being done?
Honestly, you’re just wasting your pride.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
My skin is soft and my mind unexperienced.
Like cotton right off the stem.
And when animosity hits it, I tend to be unprepared for such topics.
My body goes through constant cycles of supposed purification
Like the separation of the cotton from its seed and the bleaching of its fruit.
So when I realize my impurity, I tend to reject myself. For I feel that others would anyways.
My blood runs through my organs, and is altered in my heart
Like cotton being twisted to threads.
I crystalize like cane sugar as it drips off its heat made daggers, and I crush to dust under the weight of every decision that I make.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
The feeling of falseness in the eyes of spectators is so apparent that it makes her feel like decoration flowers.
Petals glistening with passive aggression as a feature rather than a flaw.
Stiff neck as a stem that never shrinks and always flaunts the tantalizing sensitivity of her femininity.
Sensuous skirt that wraps around **** legs like two grassy leaves wrapping around a sassy stem.
Like a rose, she doesn’t respect time. She is beautiful and wants everyone to know it.
But she knows it’s only a face, she knows everything that everyone finds beautiful will wilt away and she won’t be so pretty anymore
She knows that her delicate red will grow older and that her body will shrivel. So she replaces it with more false faces. Plastic pieces perpetrating personality. She is no longer a rose.
She is a decoration. For though she holds onto it, her beauty has respectively faded.
As she is no longer true.
She has kept the rosy figure, but the ***** of her life has faded.
And that which was beautiful will never be beautiful again.
For nobody wants a dusty rose.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
Single relationship
I told myself that I’d be a complete social chameleon, said I wouldn’t let anyone dictate what I liked.
Turns out they were both lies.
I told myself that I’d love me more than anyone else ever could, I said that my strength would be what ran my environment.
Guess that wasn’t to be.
I itch for a relation but run from relationships.
And I hate it so much that it burns like copper coils.
It invades my lungs like air
and breaks me down like bad *** kids near cardboard boxes.
But for some reason I identify with it now, it’s like, I’m intimate with loneliness.
I can caress its jagged edged emptiness with the warmth of my fingertips at any given day, and it always responds.
I can speak into its bitter silence and feel the echoes reverberate back to my lonesome ears, and it feels like I’m hearing someone else with my voice.
I can kiss its luscious darkness and combine with it anytime imaginable, and it makes me feel loved by simply everything.
You can call it a wish. You can call it imagination or depression.
But regardless of what you think, I’m in a single relation.
And I hold hands with it proudly.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
Yet again I sit on the cold floor, in the dark
And I fill my head in darkness.
But I’m at peace with the loneliness.
In fact it fuels me, gassing me like cars before a long journey into the abyss of loneliness.
And I think it’s time I hit the road.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
In truth, I am a Wildman swinging an ax. Where was the tree when I was burying my weapon into the helpless?
Why am I still in a hush over the things I shouldn’t even be thinking about? Why do I call myself a poet and why is it that the kind of poems I do are about something that I’ve barely felt.
It’s Ironic, isn’t it?
My soul dries up as people soak each other in liquid love. My heart burns as people kiss around me. I don’t feel jealousy, just a longing.
A longing for that taste that I used to know.
A longing for the cuisine of love and all its benefits.
For even though I only had a taste of something I considered basic
I still hunger for what I had.
I still hunger for that flavor
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
It’s like my life flashes before I can grip it
I think too much about what I try to say, and always end up messing my words up.
I can’t fix it. It’s grown on my
Growth
A product of time.
A sapling is born in a soul, that soul is tormented and the sapling struggles for life.
But the sapling endures in the freezing temperatures.
It knows it will blossom to become a true self-revelation.
When will this sapling become a tree?
Only time will tell
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
How many punches can the human heart take before breaking? How many strikes can there be before a person is down? Maybe she could tell you.
She’s a player, and I’m not talking baseball. She plays with hearts, she plays with emotion until the emotion is drained and you are most vulnerable. She is a demon of heaven but a hellion angel.
Wonderfully wizardry but her spells send a mind into self-tension.
And I have been bewitched.
Bewitched by her fragrance, by the taste of her lips, by her mind and what I thought was the real her.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was actually hypnotized by this beauty. Maybe she wasn’t who she was, but I would’ve thought I was who I was supposed to be.
Who Am I? Who was she? Where am I in this world of deceit and trickery?
A chef of misery, cooking up a fresh batch with every new victim, so sensual yet so senseless
The touch of duplicity.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
My heart is still warm when it’s handed back to me
I guess it wasn’t enough to guarantee a love.
Who knew love would be so expensive.
I wish I had some intimacy
I wish I had that feeling of decadence again.
I just want to feel the love
My hands shake too much
Spoiled with the spell of calm that came over them when they would grasp a counterpart
A counterpart now missing
My tongue would savor the taste that stayed on my lips
Spoiled by chocolate sweet kisses
Kisses now missing
My arms used to ache
the feeling of someone in between them continuously
But now they hang by my side and keep to themselves, lonely.
I just miss the security.
The luxury of the life
I miss the taste of affinity that still bubbles on the cushion of my lips
That time when my heart was in decadence.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
Every time we talk, this cherry child has me hypnotized
Empty eyes and beautiful voice has my mind tingling
Itching like my palms.
Every time she comes in the room, the air gets colder
Leopard-skin lover with a pompous soul and a vicious need for attention
I am her mediator, showing the love she desires and cutting through previous facades
Calming like my kisses.
Every time we lock eyes, this being of wonder gets me star-struck
Woman of wonderlust, being of beauty with hips so vibrant as to cause movement
Dancing like my footfalls.
Sensuous beauty with the world on her back and a lot on her mind
Sitting on child swings like kindergarteners and just thinking of her past lives
I place my hands over yours as I guide you through the air with each push
Swinging like my fingertips.
Crazy as it is I’ve made no choices, as the loves I’ve felt were real
But there’s something about helping a person who is down
Deep conversation turned theory on love turned burden upon burden’s release
And when all is said and all is done, there’s nothing left to do but listen to the music of us two.
Sitting on the swings listening to the rhythm of the air, my love, I must choose you.
For no other can offer the sweet satisfaction of watching a young bird soar through the skies and be her wings, no other can offer the kiss of one who’s done it least, no other can show such truth.
So I’ll always cherish those talks on the swing-set and the problems uncovered as we chatted the day to dusk.
Steady pushing you higher and higher, letting you escape the hell and tears and lifting you.
Ever Swinging like my fingertips
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
Heartache Of Rescue
I save so many souls on a daily that I forget about my own.
But I’m sick of saving hearts.
Only time can tell how long it is before the knight in shining armor is saved by a princess.
And maybe on that day, my heart will be spared as a token of gratitude
Rather than a practice for abusers.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
my wishes of clarity aren’t answered in time, I am in a state of longing.
I am a drizzle.
My mind is full of fantasies. My heart full of accidental burdens.
I am now the rain.
It won’t clear, I still feel that longing, It begins loathing in my heart.
My rain pours and I turn into a storm.
A being formed on the verge of insanity and off the coast of tornadic, and a mind on the verge of chaotic.
I calm.
Leaves falling to the ground as my unforgiving rains relent.
But it is merely momentary. For the thoughts always return.
The rains pour as my mind clouds, the winds rise as my heart sinks. My eyes water as the thoughts circle around and around in my consciousness.
I am a hurricane
Let me whine on my via dolorosa.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC