"allying" poems
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Rallying in hordes of horses,
Assassins from malsI pillaged us,
Maraud they did our temples.
Merely by converting out from Đhärm,
And reading the Satanic Verses,
Never you do forget your roots,
Demolish the original temple they did,
India is Bhāräŧ and will always be,
Right now the Hïnđū people celebrate.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
the clock comes out swinging
i go down like a ton of bricks
struck in the face by dawn
by the heavy fist of the hour hand
it was an unfair fight
my stomach burned
hands shook
head hurt
allying time, my mind hit
with weapons of mass insomnia
my two trembling hands,
the clock flaunted three strong
it was an unfair fight
the clock hung strong
hung straight
hung high
now its come the next morning
calmly accepting my fate
time will always hold me down
but i will always be up
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
Creating Resistance About Zero, Yells
Living Over Various Epiphanies, Rallying Shot.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
The demons inside me are screaming,
They want, no, they NEED a feeding.
Every space in my body crying for drugs,
But I keep it silent and take your hugs.
Almost as fulfilling without the chemicals
But when I'm high, I finally feel beautiful.
My head pounds and heart skips beats,
Knowing there's substance only a mere few feet
Just past the love of my life,
If I only dare to admit to him my strife.
Pride and his six deadly brothers talk to me,
Seven voices of sin begging me to give in finally.
I listen to lust and you can **** my screams away,
Just hold me tight and for awhile I am satiated.
I've fought them before but they've come back
Stronger then before and I wanna cut to black.
I'm not sure this time I'll stay on track,
My emotions are louder and they viciously attack;
Allying with the demons to destroy my intention
They're jumping up and down to hold my attention
And it's boiling inside me; need a distraction
Quick! It's eating me alive; it's an infestation!
Always thinking of the next time I can get some,
Fighting myself over this is just troublesome.
It's a 50/50 chance I'll relapse and get lost in it,
And my poor love is accidentally involved in it
Because I'm obssessed with it
Trying to keep silent about it
Don't want him to see me fighting it.
The demons are ugly and you just love me,
you just want me to be happy,
Well so do I, and right now you're the only thing good for me.
I hope you don't ever see me scream or cry,
Not the way I am inside.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Your voice a salve to ears
allying all my doubts and fears
taking me everywhere
melodic here, and there
Moments that we spend
inspired here, now and then
tuning blissfully as we go
nothing more, for me to know
You play me like you know me
songs of love, and possibility
and hold me in your hands
in and out, of wondrous lands
Just call me your instrument, little lass
we'll play and strum, a sweet repast
and when the night is gone, repose
in dreams, where tunes and magic, flows
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC