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Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom and a group of vile wedding guests waiting to be joined in matrimony.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it.  Lust the biggest **** ever getting married to Greed had everyone baffled and amazed.  Everyone watched with confusion as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.
Pride the priest took the left hand of Lust and puts it in the left hand of Greed then he took tthe right hand of Greed and puts it in the right hand of Lust and began the ceremony.  The words that flowed from the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords cutting through flesh.  
"Disgustingly wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and **** in unholy matrimony.  This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will you have Greed to be your husband to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you obey him, lay with him, and fulfill his ****** desires as long as you both shall live?"
With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will."
Pride looked at Greed and said "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?"  with a twinkle in his eyes that sparkle like gold Greed answers "I will."
"By the powers invested in evil the groom and bride may kiss" said Pride.  As Greed and Lust's lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Lust turned her back to the wedding guests and threw a bouquet of Poison Ivy over her head.  Envy stepped in front of Sloth and snatched the bouquet out of the air.
"Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Envy and I do believe green is more my color" said Envy.  Lust turned around to see who caught the bouquet.  She wasn't a bit surprised to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.
Pride motions for Hatred to release the Owls.  Hatred unlocked the huge cage and released the Owls.  Slow to take flight the great Owls flapped their wings and ascended into the darkness.  "Lets get this party started" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away in the country Darkness the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.
"Are you ready to spend all eternity together? " Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love.  As Loyalty and Love stood locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
This story takes place within us.
Antony Glaser Dec 2014
that sad sounded lady
with open mouth
espys the edge of gloom,
like a whales calling
the tide compresses
as an unvaliant chain,
the machination of cause
will not whisper sweet serande
MonsterInsideMe Dec 2014
at nightfall the storm comes
which gives the beautiful blanket
time to streanghten and rebuild itself
for the hurricans of the next day
the city blossoms yet again
continuing to cause more destruction upon the blanket
which has become solid and more breath taking over time
chipping away slowly
blow by blow
piece by piece
tear by tear
the blanket dies
as the blanket is chipped away
slowly and painfully
the city feels no remorse or sorrow
night falls over the world
over the heart of the blanket
as tthe blanket is no more
its youth and beauty
dead
along with the blanket
Jude kyrie Nov 2015
Sat in the window seat
of the olde English cottage.
The open bow window
providing natures salted
air conditioning from the sea.
Breaking waves below the cliffs.
the only noise in the starlit night.
I turned to see your face
the one that takes
my breath away and
Fills my heart
with hopes and dreams.
Your lips open slightly
the words
I love you
are on the tip of your tongue.
They have no need to be spoken.
Because I can feel your heart
beating with mine and I know it.
You found me and rosebud cottage.
I know one day your memory
may return
that you may have
a wife and children.
And the loss of you
will be too much
for me to bear.
So we sat there
with the sea below us
and the stars above us.
I whispered
I love you darling.
But for now for this moment
I was happy once again.
excerpt from a love story I am too lazy to write
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2018
.                           revolution?!

   what revolution?!

i can't see a guillotine!

****...

hey! guys! there's no guillotine!

there's no talk
of a revolution
when there's no guillotine...

your talk of, a, "revolution"
would make Marquis de Sade
cringe,
and shout down a toilet
than out of window
of the Bastille..

this isn't a revolution,
it's on;ly 2018....
you have to wait!
  
why are tthe people so slothful,
yet at the same time,
eager, to work?
we're looking at "changes"
come 2045...

  the year...
that apparently stabilized
the 2th0 century for
20 / 30 / 40 / 5...
no...
let's keep it with
sucker-punch Billy...

i love being a drunk...
makes all the sober
people look...
******* stupid;
and i don't even mean that....
it's just a military
fatigue...

         it akin to:
coulrophobia...
yeah... big time... women making
excursions
for fatigued wool and silk
dresses...

       one question does the job...
honey, can i play the clown
at our honey- berry's birthday
party?

do women go into
mascara parlors,
window shopping,
with a man tagging along?

         honey...
do you really need me to tag along
while you shop for
make-up chemical
parade of tested adherents
for your beauty of your
expectation of fur...

Mike and Moany - the gerbils...
i thought you liked them?
no...
      i can do the sheered
woolen artifacts...
when it comes to spreading
lipstick on frogs
and testing their
pyrotechnic susceptibility potential...
watching the Mike Myers' twins...
no... really...
count me out of
the necessity to make
an argument for a race...
i'm out...

done...
i never liked the English
existentialist argument to begin with...
too individualistic,
too finite...
             too much of:
enjoying  a hell
of a good time...
    it's a simple economic logic
focus...

what you're selling?
i'm not buying.

it's that simple!

i don't have to buy what you're
selling!
stand with it all stacked up...
i'm not buying!
somehow i think
the English intellectuals
forgot the basic principles...
i'm, not, buying!
savvy?

god... ugh...
i know the French are bad...
about their oversee of diacritical
application,
and how they make no
sense when syllables
come into play...
and the Germans... yeah yeah...
i get their scrutiny of
method and dedication...
their teutonic charge within
the confines of ******* screws
into place...
    
         but i'm still not seeing
an clearer...

there's talk of a revolution
in the English tongue...

so...

         where's the guillotine?!
oh...
so...
                 what revolution?!
TERRY REEVES Mar 2016
THE CURTAINS WERE SHORT BUT WE DIDN'T WANT TO ABORT,
RATHER, WE WOULD CONTINUE WITH OUR LIFE, THE WIFE
SAID: 'SOME THINGS IN LIFE ARE SHORT AND MUST BE ENJOYED,'
NO NEED TO BE ANNOYED AND TRAPPED IN A CONTINUAL VOID;
WHEN YOU WASH YOUR LIFE IT WILL DROP TO THE RIGHT LENGTH,
A NEW VISION, EVERYTHING YOU NEVER KNEW, WHAT YOU COULD DO,
THEN IT WOULD COME AGAIN, NOT A CREASE, A NEW LEASE,
NOW WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE YEARS, CHEERS!
I SEE THE FOLDS, ONE AND A HALF TIMES, IT RHYMES
WITH CARING, STARING AND GLARING, A NEW BEARING,
THERE'S NEW HOPE - WE WOULDN'T WANT ANY DOPE, WOULD WE?
TTHE SONG'S NEARLY SUNG - IT'S GOOD EVERYTHING'S WELL HUNG,
NO NEED TO TRIM, AHEM, CONSIDER THE TIES THAT BIND,
I'M NOT GETTING UP THERE - NEXT TIME WE'RE HAVING BLINDS.
Alpha Wolf Mar 2014
I love her but she wants to video "him" i dont know what hes told her or what they have done or talked about. im doing everything to get her love and trust back. she says i have the giggest part of her heart but she still talks to him. it hurts me to see her do anything with him. I hurt her and i regret it amd she was going to go suicidle amd i tried to talk to her to get her back to tthe way she was but she pushed me away from it and he "saved her" i tried and she doesnt see it but it runs through my mind that i have tje biggest part of her heart yet she doesnt want me back (not yet anyway) i just hope that shes going to come back to me soon. if not then **** me i cant imagine life without her in it. i just wish she would get some sense and just ditch him for good hes no good for her and we all try to tell her but she doesnt listen. i hope all she wants is to be friends with him and thats it cause if her heart mostly belongs to me he shouldnt even matter that much. so if she doesnt accept my appoligies and doesnt get back with me just end me cause i be in hell and torment till the day i die all alone.
Have you ever felt your soul break?  
Ever had to watch one shred slowly,
Hearing tthe rrrrriiiippp of each piece?
Have you torn one yourself?
Felt the weight of each section crumbling under your fingertips?
Taking the love out of someone does not **** them right away,  it simply drains the light from their eyes.
What once was joy and love, turns to despair and hatred,  all because of  "giving in to a temptation"
You plus him equals love
You plus another man minus him equals ******.
I have murdered before, only once, and the look on his face was enough to make the tearing echo last for months.
He was my soulmate, a partner, and when we first met I realized I would follow him anywhere.
Only I destroyed that chance for a decoy desire, and accept the haunting that is to come.
I will see him everywhere,  hear him in each room of this house, and at night the bed will sink from my guilt.
As the morning sun rises I will look over to his side that will be empty
I made my bed; I will lie in it.
My soul will alone accept the punishment, bear it,  and carry it until my heart gives out.
I love you--everything physically from head to toe, and mentally by the words you have given me(encouragement)-all of what makes you the man I fell in love with, and the soul I'd die for.
Again I love you, and I am so sorry for what I have done.
Jonny Angel Jan 2014
I had finally decided
I was going to start smoking tomorrow,
it seemed like a good time to start something new.
I did my research and I knew
I was going to go *******,
I was going to become a Marlboro Man.
Yeah baby, I was going to
go for the gusto, eat the whole enchilada.
That's just my style,
never half-throttle,
always 110%.


So I was chilling out
getting ready for tthe big day,
had flipped on the tube and
wouldn't you know it,
the first thing I watch
is a ****** commercial
of a guy taking a shower
covering
a hole in his neck.

Like, how's a guy supposed
to wash his hair
with a hole in his neck?

That's why I hate TV,
especially the commercials.
I was really looking forward
to becoming a smoker.
Now, there's no way in hell
I'm gonna do it,
I gotta keep my hair clean!
TThe mouth of Hell, tore from the sea
A black ship rose, from the heart of the waves
Crow's nest eye, searched for signs of soul
The first mate yelled, "8 Bells Toll!"

. . .
Excerpt
PETTY POET May 2020
Many are those who ask how I came up with my stage name,let me this out,from the day I knew I could use my blood-inked pen to exhaust my mind and heart,it has never been tthe same,when I was fifteen years old,"sometimes what you see as PETTY might turn to be PLENTY and splendid," that's what I was told,back then I knew less about poetry all I did is disgrace myself on church stage,TEARDROPS poems was what I made mimicry off,so talkative I didn't know my voice combined with a bit of skills was all I needed to make words speak sense,on a stage sometimes back I could perform three lines and the rest...let me laugh a bit....hahaha! My brain which on backstage was flowing lines of matured pieces and poems and now my brain's empty not comparisonable to that of a small kid.
    I come from NGONG a place known to hold the mathare  slums,its from this slums that told me the poetry art and everybody claps,its from this slums that I obtained my daily bread,its from this slums that the tag PETTY POET came to spread,I decided to choose the stage name for if one has to begin a journey from the first stairs,then the English dictionary spills the beans,"PETTY is someone or something of secondary rank,no importance," and as their brains serve them,they think that we people from the slums and of secondary rank couldn't do anything of importance,so PETTY POET is a poet who comes from that humble background and with the vast experience in the writing of poems and spokenword and plans on delivering as mature poems as possible that's PETTY POET
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z Apr 2016
i am not home
(oh, I know You’re Me)
only the Best words come out when I am half asleep
but the best memories never seem to come back.

I love you for all the things you didn’t do.
And you blamed me for everything I took from you
But maybe you did, and maybe I didn’t too

And now all I see is someone else and feel my hands get all fuzzy
snow piles up in the subway
Tthe man stared at me, I don’t have anything to say

There is a line I cannot cross so I leave for a while
And I feel strange, I feel forgetful
and I feel uncomfortable.
i am not real
Simple syncerity and drawn out breaths seem like a welcome mat to your presence now.....
My guard that was built out of broken promises and painful goodbyes seems non existent in your arms...
I stare into your eyes and see a place I hope i can watch grow forever and touch your lips and inhale pure lust from your lips...
Like when I stare at the way your imperfections tie all your beauty marks across your back together like a perfect universe....
How when you laugh and tthe teeth you try to hidde escape from there false prison to light the world for a brief second....
Or how you dance and sing like a soul hell bent only to spread chaotic contagious happiness....
Or how I never heard anyone protect me while I sleep.... Or felt like a hero when I only held your hand ......
Each day is a priveledge to call you my love and each minute im able ill reassure your doubt.....
That even though we went seperate ways i prayed for the day I could show you what true love is all about ....
Love you more than words Babe......
jeffrey conyers Oct 2012
I listen.
I wonder.
Then I spoke.
Affairs happen when someone got times on their hands.
In tthe case of a woman.
Many seems to creep with a non-working man.
Using the hard earn money of her working husband.
Except for the few.
Who has a job?

I thought.
I ponder.
Then I spoke.

Men cheats with most any woman.
Especially those with the will to do.
Notice of the two genders we call a fool.

I said it.
I stick to it.
For it's true.
Love can make a man or a woman a world class fool.
Especially when you had someone sincere loving you.
Words of wisdom to learn from.
Now that you know you're a lonely one.
when the moon is shining and the stars are bright
the world it seems so peaceful everything feels right
brings peace to your soul puts your mind at ease
you can feel the love blowing in the breeze.

clouds are floating bye pure and so white
as gentle as can be floating in the night
the world it seems so quiet  peaceful as can be
puts love in my heart wakes tthe soul in me

such a lovely feeling everything feels right
makes life all worthwhile makes life feel so bright.
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2021
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and you will know me...
by my reproaches...
my ridicule...

my condescending humour
fabric of riddle...
you will claim to know me
for my love for
the mediocre...
you will come to love me
for my adventure into
your unwillingness...
to.. seize tthe prospect
of... this little adventure we
are demanded to share...
between all.. that's time:
before us!

for as much as i love you...
i'l be the first: to thrist
having to... disgruntle you:
in relation to me...
in relation to that...
awe inspiring! grace!
in who's presence all democracies of men:
decry themselves...
and all return to
the cauldron of:

                  beginning with the heave
of the pyramid...
saved by the sunrise and the song of birds...
can i at least: be... deemed...
a... welcome surprise?
let me just check...
   haven't i been subjected to...
a case... of... identifying wrong...
of a stolen identity?

if i have been...
let the ravens rain down fire: with their
croaking!
Zio Reyes Mar 2017
I may have had too much loneliness to drink. I think that I have become drunk.

I'm looking at all the pretty, pretty colors on the birds that fly by and it makes my heart ache something fierce.

"My, my, aren't you a special thing! Right fit to make my heart burst with sickness." My hand jolts in rythmic patterns as I hold the blade and fight tthe urge to drive it into my eye.

I"m just finding outlets and sticking paperclips into them. My teeth clench and my tongue hurts from the strain. Where is my brain?
a sign outside reads stay fresh, and

it's like "got milk" so I'm forced to take this seriously

It's painted over a brick wall, tan, gray, mostly tan

and adjacent to tthe wall are a prius, a nexus, a bmw and on the far side typical cream van, not white.


there is a bookeeping and taxation building that is now in ruins, remains from a few decades past, probably owned by the state with no useful occupation, yet.  

hobos swear at each other in the street, over bananas and marbarlos and gatorades

Far adjacent, another abandonded building.  Could've been a school

Stay fresh, thank god I have my milk
Krison May 2019
What does lead taste like?

Is it a sour cancer.
a sweat burn
a heart that sees another
but walks to it own tune
and never lives a life of another
the pause within a beat
at heart that stops
and quiivers

lead is made from time
beyond the shimmer of the
ore its home is uranium
and what it became was fuel
we were met with us the consequence
of indifferent isolation
when edison said no to darkness
and almost pulled a stone from a calloused hand
and then to doom and all destruction
a silent death
our almost lost ego
to our isolation we went

by rules, its learned
from young earth, the sum of ourselves
are the cooperation of parts
tthe warming of newer hearths
and resignation of all isolations.


be it value
by it valor
by the venue of the
seeing
now the consequence of open boxes
did we we become culpable.

be you a mighty thing
that owns all of creation
station of the master's word
destroyer and disaster
and the fondest memory i will ever have

with every deed small  unseen
underappreciated
forgotten in a second
discarded and forgotten

yell, hell.
yell hell
I'll see you there.
we do this with abandon

and i will always have your back

I have this hope
to  reaching out
I have for you all
hope
a dollop of compassion now
is ferryman naught sought

because it was when we were children and you said can i be your friend

and i said yes
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2018
well good
thank **** for the english
gravitating for their gravity...

strapped to an Island...

*****-whips...
  
        strapped to an island you
have zero argument....

nil...
                 you're basically Iceland...

you're anti-continental
not because you're anti-continental
politics, but because
you're continental...
******* Anglicans,
******* solipsists...

   ******* autistic fairies!

   ******* gammon spreads!
   little german cousins...
*******... *****!
always the Englush undermining
the English project...
jerking off the ****-*******
Americans...

    ich ist ein osten-berliner!!
osten-berliner!

                              ficken sie!
  
       what a fake, with thre Brexit...
it's a ******* island...
a ******* island...

  no continental politics...
   the English are not attempting
to be nice...
   they have the last exhaustive
excuse...
borders guaranteed by the sea,,,,
tthe English are nice...
they asre far beyond playing
nice...
   they're cowards with proud
faces...
     they're the sort of people
i never wish to ever,
become...
  
  i'd prefer to be considered
Italian fascist...
   i'd hate to be deemed
an English liberal,
  a Locke...
         the English just don't have
the ***** that Hungarians or the Poles
have... they gravitate within
the confines of an island...

no confiscation of a
  confined politics of a continent...
   the British play nice...
  but they're your usual typo of
*******...
            an island is an island,
adrift from continental shifts,
yet, somehow,
attracted to them by a format
of making compensation...

           no... the english can care to look
all pretty...
but they're pretty much as ugly
if not uglier than
the Quasimodo...
  fool me once...
                        fool me a second time...
third time?
   sure as **** i'll know
that you occupy an island
as a people;

it always appeared nice on paper...
but when it came to the a ctual
enterprise?
hardly a Reagent's Park mosque...
i'd have to be Muslim
to think the British weren't
formerly the scourge of America
as the infamous
red coats...
die rotmäntel...
    
         do i look like an eager *******,
or an even more eager
ice-scream scooper?

  well then... what's with
this Brexit hype?

       it's a ******* island...
it was never a continental concern...
the British were: red coats...
red... coats!
            
  i charge against the wall
with the horns of a goat,
        and the cranium of a bull!
moves with the fishline
tthe phellum layer of bark
seals some bottles, cork
Esther Jan 2021
You are the light in my life.
From the day that we met.
When I saw you for the first time,
and I recordnized you, we have the sae
colors and the same brightness in our souls.
I can't imagine a life without you.
If you leave I will be wounded, a wound
that never heals. You are just become a part
of me. You are make love to me so tenderly.
If I think about it I get thears in my eyes.

Your sweetness, your kindness, I love everything
about you. I hope that you always stay and I willing
to do everything to keep you by my side.
We are always open and honest to the other,
we have nothing to hide. I hope that It will always
stayin this way, you and me, we are one. You are tthe
sun in my life. You are the sun, that comes into my
heart somethimes.Than I t;hink I'm not worth it to be
with you and that you deserve better.

And I told you once and you hold me and say;
will you never talk that way again? Because you
are everything for me, you are my life. And I've
promised him that I not talk about it again.
We are still together.
Having a special bond with each other.
You are the one and only.
And I know for shure, that I never love
another.
MissNeona Nov 2021
Meet the maker inside
I'm sure you'll find
inside you just as any other
the holy spirit resides

why does a spirited one
have to go ghosting around for others
if she's too invisitble to be seen anyhow
when nobody ex-spectres the un-ex-spectered

she rarely gets invited out either
when she can be so scary and goes boo

most just want to put their ***** in the holy
'cause she's been worn through
but what they don't see is that anyone else
could be just as shiny, too.

Did that so long that she became a ghost in tthe streets, the sheets, and to her too.
So, what else is a poor ghost to do?
Liana Nov 28
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Sorry if this was hard to read
Tony Anderson Sep 2020
I went to your wedding
The woman I love
Marring another man

The service was beautiful
You in your dress
He in his tox
Standing under the arch
At the front of the church

The preacher was giving The " I Dos"
The preacher turned to you
Before you said "I do"
You called me to tthe front

When I got up there
You pulled out a knife
You stabbed me in the chest
Then you told the preacher to continue and said "I do"
You were both married

I woke up in a sweat
ludzie! to jest sie poddac!
do woli zycia!
nad Boga kochanego...
to jest pierw nad monoteizm:
to jest poddac sie
woli zycia! z bogiem czy bez!
ale to jest zyc!
pasierbica: stepdaughter:
regardless of the enchantress
as some beggar woman
who i gave 20 quid for shelter
the other day:
blah blah: i spent more
on prostitutes...
        regardless! i'm still the *******
beast! regardless of my charity...
i'm still the ugly beast of
intellect:
oh Reyla: i know you...
you loved how i said to you:
i'm locking the door,
i'm keeping the key...
you will be locked up in this castle!
regardless!
you can't come out!
you'll be trapped!
don't open the door to anyone!
you hear?!
so me and her mother went out
on two date nights...
first night... King's Theatre...
Phantom... great nights...
second? more of a **** take...
**** take on the English National Opera:
oh the modernism didn't bother me...
but how... can you... square in...
circle out... the notion...
that... a German... opera... could be...
sung... in English?!
stick to your ******* Adlew Woyd Vebbers
and sing-song musicals...
forget opera: or at least don't
sing what was originally intent in German...
ah... theism... hmm hmm hmm:
i have a higher will...
beyond the will of submitting to God...
beyond the will to power...
i have a will: a Latin man's context
of wha tthe ancients were and how
the modern Italians are an abomination
from the simple rhythm of man's
context of fluidity of ***: beyond
*** as trans...
i implore the fluidity of the concept
of fatherhood...
the sexuality of a stepdaughter without
that taboo of: ugly monotheistic
butchery of ******... i... am... *******...
the most elevated... cosmopiolitan!
i go to bed with such ***** flicks you will
never see!
Disney is **** to me...
**** in the zigzag Zizek rereading of Jung...
daredevil... **** yeah...
i submit wholly to life...
ad-islam...
                 life and colour and pictures
came first...
god and sounds... and letters...
i think that comes later... much later...
don't you think?!
i don't i do = i am
i think i don't think = being...

        words like no gender and everything:
most fluid...
is this a ******* joke?!
this is the highest counter intelligence
hype: gimp stressor the western
culture could provide for me
to *******... trample?!

         this is it!? ****** joke: more...
give me a bone to choke on...
                at least Russia i can take in earnest
as not brain-dwarfed into genital-ego conflate
scrambling eggs...
    you ******* be serious in your...
cognitive: it has reached a stage of miasma:
post-cubism miasma:
the thinking has started to become dressed
in stench... a sense-awareness never before
experienced...

  the actual thought process is filfthy with bad:
bad as ****... ******* smells... ugh...
i think i'll need to snort and hark some phelgm out.

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