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Grace Pickard Jan 2015
Your glow stick veins are meant to be cracked
To ooze beneath your tissue thin skin whilst smacked
To seep into minuscule puddles across you- trapped
To illuminate your thousands of flaws- mapped
Then to disappear- forgotten, forlorn, inapt.
Scip Jan 2011
I was given you amidst a dissection of scattered memories,
In where all are kept both inapt and marred in infinity,
Where we are driven to think and see  in blinding malady
Die Zwergen Armee kommt
und Wir sterben.
They come prepared
For an all out war,
And they are ready
To fight tooth and nail
Until no man is left standing.
With supplies unceasing and
Weapons of mass destruction,
All of our lines of defense will fall.
We are not capable
Of withstanding the continuous onslaught,
Indisputable is their power,
Unending is their greed,
Unimaginable is their cruelty,
Unwavering is their faith
In complete and utter victory.
Inevitable is our demise,
Inapt are our defenses,
Inexperienced are our allies,
Inexorable is their march to
The beat of our doom.
Die Zwergen Armee kommt
und Wir sterben.
Passion drives them onwards
To conquer all lands that
Dare to oppose them.
We can not hope to last
Like the Spartans at
The Battle of Thermoplyae
No matter how strongly
Our laconism inspires us.
As mankind’s future dims
And is ultimately vanquished
Before our very own eyes,
We can only hope
That our end is quick
And merciful in execution.
Die Zwergen Armee kommt
und Wir sterben.
As I watch the heads of
Friends and family fall,
The decapitation of hope
Is as absolute as the blood
Smeared across the castle walls.
We refused to listen as
They cited holy scripture
To vindicate the necessity
Of our annihilation.
We held strong to our faith
In eternal glory as martyrs
For our philosophies and convictions,
And they bore witness
To our determination,
But we bore witness
To their determination
Only to watch it demolish
Everything we cherished.
Die Zwergen Armee kommt
und Wir sterben.
Die Zwergen Armee kommt
und Wir sterben.
I have uttered my final statement,
To forever be the last
Hoarse whisper of my existence,
“You will see the error of your ways,
And I will not repent for the sins
You claim I have committed.
I will let the all knowing
Judge and condemn you all
For the atrocities committed
By your people.”
Then my blood soaked
The soil of my Earth
As my entrails slid out of me,
And I fervently tried to
Force them back inside,
But it was all in vein.
And my final vision
Before complete oblivion
Was my still beating heart
In the hand of my enemy.
Die Zwergen Armee kam
und Wir starben.
Wrote this today. "Die Zwergen Armee kommt und Wir sterben" means "The Dwarf army comes and we die." At the end is the same but in past tense. Enjoy!
she sticks her toes in quicksand like she's not afraid to fall
she puts her hand in the fire like she's not afraid to burn.
they can beat her down, but she will always get up-- she stands tall
and she doesn't need your pity, nor does she crave your concern.
she skips across highways like she's not afraid of impact
she jumps into the deep end like she's not afraid to drown.
she can break through it all, even when the odds are stacked
and never will you see her lips in a frown.
she says what comes to mind like she's not afraid of reaction
she does what she pleases like she's not afraid of criticism.
her mind and her mind alone is her only attraction
her heart radiates light, it glows like a prism.
she walks alone at night like she's not afraid of the dark,
she faces the ocean like she's not afraid of the tide.
in her heart, she will always have a spark
it will never die out, as she casts her every fear aside.
you cannot dim her light, you can only let her shine
and by doing so, you'll realize she makes your heart grow.
she'll take your hurt, lift it away- and once again, you'll be fine
she will hold your soul whenever you feel low.
you can't crack or bend the girl, she will only just adapt
she will conform to the mold of any situation you throw at her.
she is purity, she is grace-- never one to be inapt
she is a force to be reckoned with, a hurricane about to stir.
CIIR Dec 2019
I became the mask, that day,
to deny I had to heal.
Defied the tropes, and types,
to fall into others' deals.

The mask that am now,
a bloodshield, paper-thin,
stole from everyone...

...their sweetest friend.
nate1990 Jan 2016
Purged by violence
Body distorted,
Weathered by ignorance.
Miles of shame beneath your feet
Exchanging pleasure for disease.
Lifeless and wrought
Contempt with your miserable life
Owned,
By a hypodermic puncture site.
Willingly you undress,
Your shamefully reflection;
To wolves of prey
With violent intentions.
Mentally inapt
Incapable of discretion
A spirit void waste of flesh,
Used for others accession
Your foreboding creation
A ceremony of pain
Unable to have an objection.

Flies on the fruit of your body;
A maggot nest
for nature's protection.
Falsified hopes
Stem from paralyzed delusion.
Drug induced comma
Keeps your pain in remission.
Transfixed by your own demise
7 masked figures lure you inside.
Thrown into the back of a van.
Oil soaked rags
Bind each of your hands
No sirens to chase you Down
Adorned in a bag,
Is how you'll be found.
Violently emancipated;  
cleansed of your pride.
Washed with gasoline,
To help you subside.
Set ablaze,
With violent reactions
***** no more.
Welcome to the procession.
A common reflection
To prostitutes given
Without notice
Of her past
Complications
Don't judge a book
By its Weathered pages.
Every life holds a unique story
Some...
More glamorous than others
Sadly.
Raj Arumugam Sep 2010
I just love you
sweet woman
I saw you and I love you
I’m not a poet
or a singer
nor gifted with
skillful brushes
to convey
this feeling in my
heart and mind
I don’t even know
if the words I choose are right
or inapt
I just know
sweet angel of my heart
I just know and that’s all I want to say:
I love you; I do
companion picture: Portrait of a woman by I.N. Kramskoi (1837-1887)
As my heart grew more enamored,
And as I felt this burning flame,
It was then I knew what mattered—
It was to give Beauty its name.

Her image would not go away,
But all the words I spoke would err,
So overcome I could not say
A description that suited her.

What should perfect Beauty be called?
There is no name that could suffice.
Overwhelmed I was too enthralled—
My language was too imprecise.

You simply are so beautiful,
That any name would be inapt.
Your Beauty makes my heart so full—
That I am speechlessly enrapt.
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You ask for dreams so take my dreams
These are my little fireflies in the dark
Leave me in darkness by taking beams
But still you can not take my love spark

I love you hence I can sacrifice you like
You can strike on heart way you strike
On my way in my life you are turnpike
For me my sweetheart is just fairy-like

My sweet beloved I am fully entrapped
My love is enthralled your beauty is rapt
You are most suitable I am totally inapt
Still being lovers we are rightly clapped

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
sandra wyllie Oct 2018
As Is

Some will like me as is. Some will not. Some
will want to turn me into someone they like without
realizing you can not. If your hair is too long you can
cut it. If your clothes are inapt you can change them. If the

music’s too offensive you can shut it off. But you can’t cut someone else’s hair, or change someone else’s clothes,
or shut someone else off. You can only realize for you, they
are not. And if I decide to style my hair differently or wear other

clothes and suddenly be quiet for you, I will not be
me. I will lose myself. You will not have me
either. I will be someone that neither of us knows. No one
will be happy, not me/not you. You might think you’re happy

for a little while, until you realize that I’m not a child. You may
cut a child’s hair and change their clothes. You may hush
a child when they’re speaking out of turn. But an adult is
someone you will never own.
Ishant17 Dec 2017
I ask it and shout it
Why am I stupid?
Is it my questioning of the inapt
Or of the myriad
Ways in which
I have been wronged
Am I stupid
Cause I see it.
And do not choose
To ignore it
And just question
You each moment, that
Why I am stupid.
its still there
Kira Alice LeMay Apr 2017
I sit in longing as I... I beckon thy forth...
~I call to you.~
~Still I call~
Your hidden profound beauty among vast arrays of glistening stars.

~I searched for you~,..
~Go-God how I...~
~I se-search for you.~

In every hidden meaning, interlaced within each of your maticaliss and well methodized scars

These?... mem?ories?...
Your...memories?...
Our?... memories?...
They stream like old nostalgic home movies set to play within  the primal depths of my head
like porcelain tears wept by God all loving gaze,  fragile so delicately fragile  to even the slightest misplaced inapt touch, they cry to me and my insecurities even thought you're already longed been dead I still heard your voice in my head

What was that feeling so estranged
What is this... this feeling my emotions engage ?  

there's this nervous bleeding in my brain meandering threw overwhelmingly disdained remnants
As I strain to explain the remoteness of uncharted  depths in witch thoughts of you I try and abstain
upon deaf indifferent ears my cries are wasted. For none would be found to entertain  A chance to pick and ponder, to get lost in and wounder as I  balefully complain.

"~This sound...?~
Why..?. why so loud this admissible Tri-tone "
There's this uneasy, nerve convulsive,  sound raging threw like a Twister birthed a Typhoon of distemper and dismemberment.
as i find myself forever all alone
striking the very foundation of what little stability from remaining fragments of  a once adored and stable reality.
Sadly now found held together by old worn down duck-tape with reaming remnants of what one can only assume to be glue??
barricades foolishly  fortified by the mind of child still innocent to the ways of humanity barely able to withstand the heart chilling  resonating gasp as your final moments spent fighting to the very last second of you being.

"~Hey... he-hey? wake up sil-silly its not cool to play dead in the hospital you know thats like gotta be bad luck haha. hey did you hear me... oh god... oh god no HELP PLEASE I NEED A DOCTOR  don't stop breathing yet please, no..don't go.  You cant leave me yet Im not ready I cant handle life without you No take me with you you promised me forever and I promised you always your a lire your such a lire how could you why could you  are you just going to giving up on me like everyone else in my life was my love not enough for you to stay?~ "

your final inhale...  no I wont believe this I can accept this reality were is the restart button if life's a game we all play to win at death then there must be a way to restart it right....??? "see this is where you would normally lough.. why aren't you laughing please I need to hear you laugh just one more time just once more
I know this is all just a dream ... I . . I . mean it has to be it has to be a dream just a horrible nightmare "


stale air with a hint of old people/hospital  struggle to fill your crackling perfect lungs.
unraveling before my very eyes strung before me your radiant warmth ( your soul)  I feel  started lifting away until cold chills replace any trace of your warmth left behind Frantically I try to find some way to stay anchored  to consciousnesses as hatred replaces my need to preserve my existence

~"Its slipping... I'm slipping ... no oh god see I told I still need you why didn't you listen"
I cant hold on to the strands of sanity you left behind when you left me behind with humanity and is compelling my mind into darkness as I stupor into my craziness~
my hold on reality is slipping  like your soul from your body I cant take much more rampantly I storm fractiously trying to find some way to release the rage embodying me

your lifeless  porcelain soft blue kissed skin becomes the haunting image that has exuded its dominance within my subconscious In a obnoxious promise to forever remain continuous when I sleep and when I wake

as to forever riddle me sleepless nights and ******* up any reason or purops I once felt before like a sucker fish o like  humanity taking everything they can get their hands on and destroying it

I setting here still I wait for this dream to end and I wake up by your side once again
like a puppy waiting on its master to return home I eagerly stand idle
the years pass by and so sets in the numbing theirs just no time for grieving, grooming my mind to remain in denial until the day you fulfill that promise and walk me across the rose petal isles of our wedding day.

What is this pain I have been feeling? I recall feeling it somewhere? sometime? a while back before we got together and I haven't felt it since our first kiss could this be that pain has come back into my existence

Why is it so hard to find someone who undoubtedly unconditionally  cares
I have gone to please one would not imagain possible in search of someone whos hart is not afraid to dare to dare sadly living with a heart that holds more love for everyone and everything then anyone can even think of imagining is quit so lonely
its been so long and Im fading with my memories


LIKE A BANDIT IN THE NIGHT MY SANITY IS ***** AND STRIPPED FROM ME
...YOU THIEF.... why?
like a bandit in the night you steal with such ease my voice, as you plumage threw misconstrued reculations reculated threw my own self destruction.
this left without a purpose, There's no reason to rejoice
There is no reason to rejoice
I am bound so much higher then the timeline resonating days from before
staring up empty  as the discarded remains of my body from the dingy stiff carpeted floor
  ~breath me in child and breath me out~ transcend the transcendence to harol before thy own spark of life
try to grasp the meaning behind you selfish doubt and misrepresent context strewed all about
These shadows dancing seductively down the halls
their toying, scratching gnawing at my walls
so If I must bend to please your mind then so shall I  break as well
you can find my dissociated shadow as my final breaths staggeringly expel I cant take back the sight of another day
carving up and branding my body with each and every word you convey  hoisted here, I can only hang dangling around
each hooked barb used to keep me feet from the warming confort of the ground
crimson pebbles of blood trickling dripping tracing down my  exposed spine fading is the reality set before me I have crossed the center line  S
     I
                x                                 F
                                             E
                                                     E
                                                               ­   T Down
~"Down..?? wait where was up oh god I-I dont kno-know whats what in a world where up is down and down is up"~

Hell?o... (Hello..hello...hello...hello)
I hear my echo leaping, profoundly dancing along the ecos of your fragmented timeline all  around
this chasms great untouched by the corrupted corruption of man cold damp walls has found to be more the perpetually perfect for resonating sound
  ~wait... where did you sound go... Please..please no... wait... come back~   Bury me deep beneath the waves of solemn solitude as so softly I shall drown
softly I will drown as profound silence shall fall the night is nigh cascading my eternal rampages of over rambunctious demons at feud, ~ I shall go?~,
~I shall go... and never again shall my warm touch be felt my soothing voice resonate within your heart??~

~but how...? how Is this truly what love is ? ~
As my skeletons float freely upward  from the long forgotten deapths of the deepest pits scattered across earths vast mighty ground
In search of new territory to spread their unsound sympathies of discord an unnatural enigma of falsely generated stigmas
No closet on this prepubescent earth shall ever lay vast enough within their voids of blacked silence to begin to lay way a suitable lair able to hide from deep within them all
The continuous continuing cycle of ever-being hordes of lies and deceit so great in their numbers they constructed for themselves a framed body to mate its creator  The never ending countless swarms of past skeletons


SO break
just break UGHHH why wont you break?
me down force a tremble coursing threw my bones like a railway as its final distention approaches my knees giving way to my involuntary crawl.
I shall crawl up to your ****** and suckle on the newborn memories
of the forgotten ways of man from old, so simplistically
as your screams soothes and calms me
I am the product of your noted treacheries
SO EXCUSE IF I SEEM TO BE A BIT UNHINGED
MY ANGUISH BOILS AS MY SKIN FALLS TO THE GROUND DECAYED AND SINGED
YOU TRY TO SELL ME YOUR HALF BAKED FALSE BELIEFS
LIKE A BANDIT IN THE NIGHT MY SANITY IS ***** AND STRIPPED FROM ME YOU THIEF
like a bandit in the night you steal my voice
left without purpose There's no reason to rejoice
There is no reason to rejoice

I needed to get out all the racing thoughts from within my mind all these feelings and meanings as they distort and intertwine this was just a random act of random creations   © 4 months ago, Kira LeMay    story • life • sad • depression • death
Ryan Dec 2015
a constant stress,
depressed.

a inapt feeling,
unhealing.

a unchangable mind,
unkind.

a warped vision,
undriven.

a dampened state,
irate.

a longing for more,
sore.

a wanting to change.
need to make some change from being stuck in a self-created prison...
Z Sep 2015
your impulses shall land you in your own inapt reality:


**ALONE
everything's turning to **** honestly, and I don't know what to do
Ian Lax Sep 2021
The day after



Independence Day



a paroxysm



of sparks 



from a lit 



fuse of



natal celebration



re-echoed pressure 



in my skull



fireworks fulminated



directly over my head



painting an abyssal 



night sky 



neon splattered



inapt colors 



reminding me 



of my countries 



bloodshed.



If pills tasted 



like the



ice cream cake



melting



in the middle



of the road 



maybe it 



wouldn't be.



The man



I've loved



has a warm smile



from the open flame



atop his head



and a magical sundry 



of plié-like movements.



Entrancing perfection



a self-inflicted hypnosis 



unbroken left me desperate 



for personal perfection.



When a Phoenix rebirths



it has been written the 



amassing thickets shed 



a layer of their earth's green.



Though, a Phoenix is deific,



Wildfire befit my epithet.



Emerging life was a grace 



of kindness when my laxness 



engrossed, and 



malfeasant memories



of the neurotypical 



remain to unsettle, but 



a blowsy man regrets not. 



Exemption finds me not 



in the arms of grace 



but true despairing. 



Timelessness is a disservice



to progress, and age sheds



light upon transgression.



This is my only accomplishment

— The End —