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theblndskr Aug 2015
Let me tell you the story of my death:

Carving words on the bark of a tree
A poem that means life to me.
Glows through night, my soul delights!

        "Exist beyond my death, oh please...
            So I could live in bliss at least."


But they cut the tree, so mindlessly
Illegally. ****, selfishly!
In chainsaw, I was murdered.

        A massacre,
      ... a massacre of my every being!!


I'm a ghost that forgot, the best in me
Now writes relentlessly
To relive the words, once killed in greed
I found the "
papers*", the poems you lead...

Then before me, is some piece of me
they killed.

I died a hero,
Readers who found their hearts, in death of the writers. Is but ONE.
theblndskr Aug 2015
Every monster is stronger.
He's fighting on the premise of
escaping,
Somewhere down the line,
He'll live you
dying.
What do you really fight for?  HxH
theblndskr Jul 2015
Bloodlust,
He hears it pound. So fast, so ahhhh...
"sshhh,it needs to stop..."
A game tonight? hmmm..
Silence peaks.
fingers point, clicks
- - - lights out. - - -
Pitch dark he kills.
**Hiding the shadow, he fears.
Could be your usual movie ****** scene. But NO.
theblndskr Jul 2015
Pointed arrows at your mouth.*
Could be your head,
Could be your heart,*
But they've got nothing inside.
Your breath could be more precious,
Might **** the rat.
Better than the trap
Not kidding. Beyond literal. Could be your future marriage encounters.
theblndskr Jul 2015
I'd slay that soul through poisoned words
But all I do is devour alone.
You left a hole in this bone
That I can write no more.
theblndskr Jun 2015
No one gets married knowing they'll divorce.
No one starts something knowing it'll eventually hurt.
For "togethers" was sparked by love,
and its death shall end w/ love.
Loving yourself.
*"It's enough, my friend..."
For you'll never start something that'll hurt you.
You may think it's possible BUT the moment you know it'll hurt
MEANS you've already started long ago w/o loving yourself.
Beginnings are not suppose to hurt.
theblndskr Jun 2015
Dubious mortals, t'is the world detest!
Souls clinged on ceaseless heeds
Sun sets then dawns still reckon, I say:
"In sync we'll quest, my friend."

T'is seeking life, they termed "tedious"
I label, "genious"! It's phenomenal!
God made limited edition seeds
And that's "WE", sprouted "confused".

We'll die nameless of society's creed
Ashes dispersed in the air they breathe
Hmmm, Unless you want a tomb w/
your grandchildren's footprints?!

Clear-cut answers, we'll never get. But still I owe to you this belief
                              that questions are worth asking.


For I met you saying "sorry"
And so, I always worry.
How bad the world could be to us,
That  you'll accept "no sorry"...
For a special  friend I bully from Mon-Sat, so I'll say "sorry".  :))
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