#monstrosity
A Nation
A collection of accidentals
Born in terror and blood
Whitewashed in anthems and history
A unity now compelled
Even to shed blood
Against your brothers
Trapped in the same monstrosity
Yet many waved its flag
Proudly and foolishly
And the Banner of Love
Left trampled in blood and death.
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise
How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail
The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
Bare monstrosity
carved for me
protected, decorated
Unleashed for me; I
Love myself ugly so— ugly,
so lovely a word, and secretive.
Could not dare measure
the lengths and lengths
of its shadowy stretch.
So willingly blind, I
lurk oblivious into my depths
Lost to the haze
my drowning—
my stillness. Lost;
but a memory, clinging,
stays:
Lush gold fields
subsiding to moor.
Then the fire they lit.
Ripped for me
emptied and burned for me,
My own beloved lamb.
I wish I yielded,
melted; wish I shivered—
pleaded.
I wish I wasn’t such a god
wish I knew the taste of
my blood, the burning redness,
the undying throbbing of it
The ever-coiling restraint of it
Rattling chains, I wish I had.
Marked with my name
So terrifying this transcendence
so terrifying I—
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
what if the things that breathed life
into this monster inside me
are the hearts that i've mended
at the expense of my own?
or perhaps, the cruelty of this world
which constantly blew
the small flame of hope within me?
what if the reason
this monster continuously grows
is because i have never embraced it,
accepted it, and love it as it is?
because all monsters ever needed
was to be loved & not be feared —
because fear is the twin sister of hatred.
IA
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
A beating heart, a dream
A dying soul, shedding tear
Fueled with anger, blasphemes
A cast out, breeding hate
Not against man, not against God
Just a selfless strife
On the ways of man and the ways of God
Death is just one breath away,
While living far from lies,
True to self, and the others' lives
Vision so bright, invisible to man
But to this product,
Of blind hatred.
"Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis;
Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis."
Eater of Gods, this creature will be
The tortured, tolerator of pain
All his dreams gone, dead in vain
Yet breathing, to take your breath away
Not to avenge, but to clear
All the fake that is in us.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
_I dream of you...on nights when the world has worn me out and boxed me in.
Snippets of reality snatched and shackled to tear-away shadows which claw at the fabric of my being. A monstrosity who closes my throat and strangles my peace; who herds my sleeping thoughts towards the abyss; who, with beastly intent, braids my tresses into a net from which I cannot escape.
And who are ‘you’ anyway - my nemesis, my reflection, or myself?_
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
I'm the theory in your head
I'm the theory that's painted red
Planted in your garden bed
The choir of furies in your stead
The pack of doubts that never fled
She's the monstrosity that tore you to shreds
And I'm the ghost that saw how you bled.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
to all those cruel monsters out there
be aware of the hearts
that so easily tear
like a glass prism
filled with color
and so much love
but with little effort
you can easily break them
to all those jealous lovers out there
first ask the other one in your pair
what had happened or what they'd done
don't let your red jealousy
blot out the yellow sun
to all those cruel monsters out there
don't be
a monstrosity to humanity
don't paint your lover red
because it might all be in your head
and you just might hurt them
if you turn your rationality away
and lead your heart astray
don't hurt an innocent
don't break your lover's heart
because by doing so
you tear yourself apart
maybe she's done a bad thing
and broke your valuable trust
but don't measure her faults
with a long string
if she apologizes,
forgive her
if she leaves,
just miss her
maybe he's not as good as you thought
but don't let yourself be bought
by pretty things and subtle things
you should only be sought
if he continues,
leave him
if he stops,
love, forgive, and forget
please, don't be
a monstrosity to humanity
don't have a jealous monster
living inside of you
like it lives inside of me
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
"They" tore her apart
Her soul, screams were second to none,
Beasts are safer here
Because "They" stick to their kind...
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
My heart aches with agony.
Everything is spinning around me,
My mind is racing and my brain is being picked away by these thoughts.
Its troubling me terrible so.
My lover have I lost you to the monsters in your closet?
Why are you so willing to let me go,
And hurt all those innocent people?
I am diving in deep,
Scratches and bruises are appearing upon my tender skin,
But I am willing to dive deeper, and deeper,
Till I reach you even though I am in great discomfort.
The injuries to my heart never stop it from loving you so,
I never can despises you or think ill of you,
Even though you pass around that poison like its a medicine that will save.
It stings you know, my dear one.
I tear up every time I think of you and your twisted doings,
But I some how forgive you,
And fall into this fake mind set that you are truly a generous human being.
My troubled lover, please put your attention on the issues at hand,
Stop your foolish judging and giving everything the knowing glimpse.
You feel so superior to the rest, never looking back once at your destruction,
Calling it a master piece; a fine piece of art.
Please stop this ridiculous game and playing everyone like a pawn.
My troubled lover, oh how I wish you would notice how all these burns affect me.
I wish you would just glance back at least once,
And notice how much I love you so.
My troubled lover,
You are a monstrosity that brings depression and illness,
To those that already weak.
My lover you aren't the person I once loved,
You are now a troubled soul that spreads the infection to others.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
The jabberwock is a monstrosity
Wings poised to fly
where its beauty might be appreciated better;
and I think all it needs to know is that there are people who love it, people it loved,
once upon a time
before time leaked
and reduced it to monstrosity.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
look at you,
little selfish man.
is this what you want to be?
dismissing everyone and closing
yourself to help.
hiding behind big guns and words
with no meaning.
look at you,
little selfish man.
when will you understand
that it is not about you;
that your feelings do not matter
when there's a whole new world
to see
look at you,
little selfish man.
when will you learn
to show kindness
instead of judgement;
to be human
instead of this
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you've become
look at you,
little selfish man,
and be ashamed.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC