#spawn
composed on
5:34am Sun Feb 16 twenty twenty six
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it strikes me
(and so does she, during her tempestuous dreams)
that we spawn poems from an internal egg sac,
and they feed on us, our guts, our glory, our
blood, indeed, every fluid internal, and though
they mature and bid us adieu, they stop by occasionally
to visit their birthplace, for a cuppa, the lay of the land,
it is then,
when, one can tinker with our progeny and their progeny,
brush their
hair, wet their face, tinker with a wordy phrase, add
a comma a kiss and a that or a this, sometimes a whole
face lift, by a word insertion, a typo sent to a
correctional facility for rehabilitation,
and yet, (my two fav words),
there is truly
little one can do, to redo remake implace new constraints,
our children, my sons, your daughters, once the prodigal
depart, they really have past the point of no return…
you can wet a thumb, scrub a dirt of dot, from their faces,
expressing love and attachment through the occasional
attouchment, un accessoire touchant, but the reality is
t h e r e a r e no
d o~o v e r s
you’ve stuck the landing or not; but even the fleeting glance
over the shoulder~long distance espying, is a spirit tenderizering
just like when she awakes, occasionally enquires, regarding
her dreams, and tell her of their collateral damage, she expresses
little remorse, but kisses the spots of her inflicted boo boos,
and never speaks of her dream again…
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Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 5:42 AM UTC
If it were mine-
I think of the past, time
Unpauses, and I'm brought back.
I'd never have;
Factors weigh too heavily, those
Strings that keep me attached.
Choose to come back.
Waters fall, the stream cascades
Flowing into itself
Over & over again
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
briefling
by michael r. burch
manishatched,hopsintotheMix,
cavorts,hassex(quick!,spawnanewBrood!);
then,likeamayfly,he’ssuddenlygone:
plantfood
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
Under attack once again
From those who make themselves available to him
By now one would think I'd be use to it
He knows my weakest link
How to distress me
He knows who to send to me and when
Who is vulnerable and who is not
Whoever allows themselves to be used as a pawn
Surely shall get used
No deposit required
While payback awaits
Most are used unknowingly
Driven to say and do as if instructed by an invisible force
Blinded not by the light
But rather by the darkness
However there is a weapon to be used
A weapon that will and can disarm
To master the art of knowing from whence it comes
Then to ignore it
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
The purity of your whisper,
Takes my breath away...
The amazement in your eyes
With every moments gaze...
Each feeling a first,
Every vision new...
A miracle without knowing,
Melting my heart with everything you do...
I stand over you while you rest,
Mesmerized by the beauty you possess...
Now come lay here on daddy's chest,
That is when life's the best
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
I am scarier as an invitational being
Draw me a context and watch me come to life
Strive with me, we will be friends
Come and watch as unity does commence
Try and wake up in Arcadia
And watch as you lie still
The rings of Saturn turn
And the world turns downright cold
But you won't wake up again
Trust me; I've never been so timid
Every grin grimace is as lifeless as my own
Even our souls have begun to tendril shut
Forward thinking and forward feeling
Did I take you? Sorry, I didn’t mean to
Each breath drawn colder
Each breath taken lightly
Shoulder to shoulder
Beings of all shapes
Beings with minds shaped, molded and singular
They all hunger
For you, one way or another
The eyes once drawn apart
Have found their way together
Right and left
Every breath
Working on into forever
Like it or not
And I'm sure you don’t know
We will surface soon
And then we will float
Try waking up in Arcadia
You will never wake up in Arcadia
The rings of Saturn turn
And the world became void
But the dream is all there is
You have been awake
There is no awareness
I am doomed
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
From music grows wild, beautiful, frightful things of untamed splendor and immeasurable strength.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Devil’s spawn, Devil’s spawn
Sweet and sly as a fawn
As a child mercy mild
As a man **** all he can
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
A wicked lady
who shackles me away from sight
who mangles me to displace her anger
who yells and curses 'till I shriek and cry
Says it's the way to live;
In grief, my accidental child
Nobody will ever love you
He should have lived, not you
Why must I let her rule over this life?
If this is war then I shall fight!
Conquer all valuables,
bring back what's rightfully mine!
No more whispers to me, satan
Must you be banished
to the depths of the Earth!
Let's see who'll be laughing now.
You say I can never run away
Secrets will unfold;
I may be the angel in their eyes,
but truly I'm a spawn of Satan.
Happy now? That I did not deny
I know the truth yet
my mouth will always be shut
For I have buried the truth away in the past
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Beneath the ground,
away in the past
Should not be dug,
the remains of the past
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
To return from Hell to Earth,
I sold my soul
In exchange for a curse.
I believed it was worth,
Seeing and embracing you again,
Not realizing I was
Further embracing sin.
I'd **** anyone to protect your life,
But you can't recognize me behind,
This red cloaked darkness,
And these horrific green eyes.
I'm better off winning you over
In secret, with a familiar
And lovable disguise.
I'm not who I once was,
Yet I am that man.
I lurk the rat infested hallways,
Praised by the socially ******
At odds with both Heaven and Hell,
God and the Devil,
And forbidden to return home
And live my former life with you....
Rather, forbidden to
Live a new life with you,
One without suffering and bloodshed.
5/10/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
The crockets are launched
The people are killed
Crits are ringing
Sentries are shooting
I know this, I was there
I'm not a dactor, not yet at least
I took spawn camping to the next level
It's true, they can confirm it
look it up yourself next gen spawn camping
I did it, you didn't (unless you were there)
it was at 11:00 this morning
yea
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC