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(your knowledge is thrown back
with the force of a punch.)

trial and error --
            error--     error--
you're blown aback by cruelty
in those low-browed rows of eyes.

oh, joy of joys of stepford poise!
internally destroyed, all sincerity devoid:
but hey, tear-free, you taught
those shitheads how to rhyme.
who's really the bricks in the wall?
Umi Dec 2017
Just Monika, is able to make me smile
Just Monika makes my terrible days worthwhile
Just Monika, can fascinate me with her beautiful writing style
Just Monika, can make me overcome any trial
Just Monika, makes my heart skip a beat
Just Monika, makes me wanna read (more)
Just Monika, wears the cutest bows
Just Monika, has the prettiest pose
Just Monika, can wash away my woes
Just Monika, makes me sad when she goes
Just Monika, can write poems like a master
Just Monika, can fix a game from a total disaster
Just Monika, could live in my heart
Just Monika, makes me lower my guard
Just Monika,  has my one true love
Just Monika, is as beautiful as the heavens far above


~ Umi
Just Monika
Just Monika
Adilson Smith Oct 2017
Why do so many people seek
The quiet cliques
Of strangers
Found in quiet coffee shops
And undercrowded bars?

It smacks of truer times
I suppose,
Of clans and tribes;
Elemental membership
Granted without trial.
Any advice on the first verse? It's kind of clunky, and four cups of coffee can do nothing about it :)
Umi Mar 5
The Chains of ones fate are undenyable, as life carries on,
Servants caught in a hell of rebirth without ever escaping,
A red thread which leads verily onto a destined pathway,
Decisions, the pen and the ink for ones book of destiny,
They may ruin the servant, or bring them great happiness,
May mislead, trick, seduce or even manipulate them without their conciousness or understanding of the weight they brought upon their poor little, yet precious bodies which carry on depression as if it was the weight of the world or far beyond that registered mass,
In a hole with seemingly no escape to it, trapped in misery,
Chains of suffocating pressure are keeping them in place,
Oh what a terrible fate it must be to be in this position,
Patience, hope and positivity are needed to see another ray of sunlight, shining beyond the scene of the darkened clouds above
Once this trial has been overcome they too will shine with newfound strengh, energy and relieving glee from within themselves,
So fight on, you precious souls, you are worth more than you might think or would even admit to yourselves, then shine
That would be, a great wish of mine

~ Umi
Jordan Rowan Jun 2016
I died on a Tuesday and found my way in the news
Caught between a commercial and karaoke singing girl
Was the appearance of the killer but they only had his shoes

I approached the desk and rang a little bell
Saint Peter took out a pen, found my name and said
"You're not on the list, you must be looking for Hell."

I tried to appeal for trial in Heavenly Courtroom Twelve
Judge Jesus and Judy had to declare a hung jury
And during recess I had to find a bed in Purgatory Hotel

In Room 237, I met a man named Avery
He was a little cynical and said that this was typical
That "it took them 18 years to finally save me."

In the morning I finally I got to hear the verdict
Led by a jury of peers such as writers and queers
They said hell awaits those whose life isn't worth it
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