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Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
Like constellations of rural skies
Eluding and forlorn
Longing to connect the dots
to which I could adorn
Secrets of Da Vinci
Deceptive and unknown
Wanting to explore regions
but only to bemoan
Storms of Zeus' power
terrify and maim
introvert explorers
who've fought and overcame
The sole subjects stands
unspoken or indifferent
Withstanding these decoders
To which he won't imprint
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.
John Jordan Feb 2013
it was the day of the fall equinox
and I fell for the idea that all would be equal
but that idea opened pandora's box
to yet another sequel

Of horrors pouring, jaws ajar;
Claws and eyes both pointed
And lashing out both near and far
Leaving all my world disjointed.

How did I become a bystander to what I started
I swear I'm a good person and kind hearted
I just wanted to get laid, but you know what they say
about the best laid plans of mice and men
they go and arise to the horror that was today
Now I long for the blissful ignorance I had back then

You see, not all is as it seems with me,
I have my fair share of cryptics
But this was unknown to even yours truly
I had not expected the apocalyptic.
My eyes and soul and heart was blank,
I had not an idea for solutions
All was lost, my confidence shrank,
I felt *****, in need of ablutions.

It started out as and innocent fling
but after her ***** willow went up my tree
she expected a ring
I fled from her bed in hurry
but I had no idea the calamity it would bring.

I really had opened Pandora's box,
In more ways than just one.
Now she claims to love me, 'lots and lots'.
Oh Hell, what had I done?
I ran and hid, far from her home
Yet she searched for me endlessly
Spitting fire from her mouth of rabid foam
Ripping apart both Land and Sea.

She scorched the earth in my name
all eyes and claws pointed blame
the people didn't deserve such a fate
but I knew she was using them as bait
How did she transform from a magnificent maiden
to a brew of Maleficent and the spawn of satan
nevertheless
she could not find my place of rest

Which was right inside myself, you see:
I hid in between my lungs.
So off in disguise,
Right under her eyes
To the sea, I ran and I plunged.
Once out in the Sevens
I reached out to the Heavens
(The ones I'd not believed before)
And I cried,' Someone please save me
From this bat-**** old lady;
Give me help!' I strongly implored.
All of a sudden, the waters did blacken
I had no time to swim, for out burst a Kraken!
'The eyes look familiar', I thought in my head,
Then I realised: The beast is the woman I'd bed.

This Kraken was looking to crack in my skull
there had to be some way to get her roar to dull
but I was a sitting duck, so I tossed in my white flag
and tossed in some loving words almost causing me to gag
she tied me up until we tied the knot
and used my white flag as her vail
I spent my time trying to plot
how to make this wedlock fail
when the reverend said you may kiss the bride
I revealed the concealed weapon I had by my side

Just a wedding ring, was my weapon,
Rounded, gold with diamonds; seven
It was made for her and she loved it dear
Unbeknownst that she should be filled with fear...
We'd now been married for quite some time,
I'd let her love me before my crime,
For the best way to **** a woman - to start,
Is let her fall for you then break her heart.
I found the perfect way to make her life end
So while she was out, I had *** with her friends.

But I said nothing, I let rumors fly
the truth hurts, but what kills is no reply
I let her head spin
and let her unravel
what once was an overbearing boulder
had turned itself into gravel.
the time was now prime
to commit my final crime...
A unfinished collaboration with Flosurus who is sadly no longer on hello poetry. Anyone care to to help me finish it and write the next stanza?
Esther Aug 2016
You
you look like the aftermath of smudged letters and blurry words
after your tears are done smearing the ink into illegible cryptics
and after the ink is done twisting itself into something ugly.
you look like the tally marks on your wrist
after you've hidden them behind long sleeves
and they still bleed.
you look like you've been wearing an mask for far too long
and after you refused to let the sunlight in,
fed the flowers in your eyes too many salty tears,
they started to wilt—
dandelions, roses, tulips, lilies, forget-me-nots—
you just let them all die.
you look like you given up, closed down
tucked whatever was left of your flower bed somewhere dark
so you could pluck their wilting petals, watch them deteriorate.
you look like too many empty bottles
after you've lost yourself
and after the ***** is strong enough to wash away you
and bring something else.
you look familiar—like I've seen you before—
though you're not you.
you look like a vague face,
someone else and I know that person.
you look like that person
you look like her
you look like *me
Zoe Sue Mar 2015
She said get off your ******* knee
If you're looking for my guarantee
A certificate won't help you, see;

The last thing I'll be is claimed
Cause too many times I've been maimed
By wild promises that couldn't be
Tamed

Cause she don't want to be a statistic
And loving shouldn't need contracts or logistics
Its melted into us
Read the cryptics

She said the only rings I want to see
Are the ones around your eyes when you're 83
And you've still got that gleam when you're look at me
She opens to hold me in cryptics she
told me on hieroglyph walls
that close in on me.

princes for palaces and birds in the sanctuary,
Alice and Robin are coming for tea.

Cucumber sandwiches sliced ham with aubergine
all in the dreams that I see.

Christopher wants more of her
Alice doesn't want to share,
not until the bells ring
not until the wedding night.

Pictures in the biograph,
revolving screens that
make me laugh
I can't be concerned
with the matchings.
charles Jan 2020
night time,
nineteen cuts on my arm,
stumbling to my car,
wanting more.

traffic lights,
brighter than any star at night,
pray, so one can end my life.

too quiet for too long,
trying to speak in song,
carrying cryptics,
to the ones i love.

— The End —