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The Rat BoyThere was a rat boy, so timid and small.
Everything in this world, seemed so tall.
To everyone, he was minuscule,
a lonely, livid, leaf, inside his school.
There came his oppressors, his offenders,
and in a diary he'd write, hidden in his dresser.
They found out I was a bastard son.
Hunted me like a fox, all for fun.
I guess to them,
i'm just a joke,
with a very weak pun.
More abuse, do I deserve this? What's the excuse?
They knocked out a tooth, found themselves amused.
Oh well. You have me, I have you, what's that Diary?
I love you too.
Too tired, too weak, sorry diary lets bot
Cordis Somnium*Fall past the asphalt
Thro’ the honey bee scene
Dip thy feet within
Naides’ yielding stream.
Thine arms splayed toward Hyades
A grey morn consumes the sun
Rain brings silk to the heat fraught meadow;
For time to touch thy form, it must run.
And thine hair was a mess after the rain.
“Will you ask it of me soon?”
Before the world is found to be concrete and sprinkled streets
“Before my qualms on leaving find the noon?”
The sharp cry of the meandering city
Thrives on slapdash letters, in cheap, restless dives
Therein reside, the silent concerto of our drifting
Where individual voices drown, and no love
Masquerade at Windsor Hall
Gallant sirs and debutantes arriving at the ball.
A masquerade on friday night, down at Windsor Hall.
Cocktail's flowing, band is playing, winner takes it all!
By the time the party's done it's on the floor they'll crawl.
Silk-laced gowns and three-piece suits and faces that are masked.
Homely Archduke's daughter's there (surprised that she was asked!).
Woodford twins arrived at ten (weren't asked and so they crashed!).
Gals of Downton also came, in adulation basked.
Truth be told, behind the masks and costumes made of wool,
are rotten chaps and spoiled debs who suffer not a fool.
And if you think these words of mine are harsh or mean or cr
She Walks In LightShe walks in light down darkened paths
Despite the demons that hide within
She pays no mind to their siren calls
Nor a glance toward them does she send
With each and every burdened step
She knows the task she must complete
Though heavy fate rests on her shoulders
She can not stop to rest her feet
Through the shadows all around her
She must carry on
Even though she's terrified
Until the glowing break of dawn
Within us all the darkness lies
Afraid of light inside our souls
It's for us to shine that light
For us to make ourselves whole.
-Illuminate the darkness.
I aint made of paintI aint made of paint.
I'm made of concrete.
Your the one who kicked me off my feet.
Look past the picture.
Look past the scriptures.
Look closer, look deeper.
for once, you be the brush
for once, you shut up and hush.
You the mortal and pestle,
my spirits you crushed.
Into fine grain, into fine dust.
Your form the colors!
You sculpt the bust!
I aint made of paint
I aint acrylics.
I aint oils.
I aint water color.
We are no art scholars.
Next time you don't like, when i'm feeling blue.
I refuse, to paint a picture for you.
Slow and SteadyCrowds of people rush around,
their steaming coffee in one hand and phone in the other,
while they juggle their problems and all of their emotions
and claim that everyone around them is a bother.
Caught in such a frenzy, they push their way
through the slow and steady that block their path,
for they're already running far too late
to even consider slowing down or turning back.
Where they are trying to go, I haven't the slightest idea,
but even if I asked, they'd surely be far too preoccupied
ignoring everything else as they sip their cold coffee
and stare at their phone, wondering how the battery already died.
Red-Eyed EgoOn a dying tree, in a forest of lush,
sat a lone crow, whose red eyes
scanned every stone, branch and bush
in that vast land.
The wind picked up, carrying the leaves
that had fallen from that tree,
which the crow strongly believed
was her only home.
It needed not a single leaf, nor
a shred of life, for all it needed
was to stand, to help the crow explore
and see everything that surrounded her.
She required no love, nor a single friend,
so long as her tree stood tall
in that forest, until the end -
all she wanted was the sight.
With her piercing eyes, that crow saw
everything that could be seen -
she saw every virtue and every flaw
LifeIf we really think about life, then we soon realise;
we're nothing but a splatter of blood, on a killer's knife.
walking corpse syndromerotting bones in a coffin of flesh
why havent i been buried just yet
i wait, i ache, i slowly decay
why is my body treated this way
i'm only a ghost inside of a corpse
oxygen kills and it's starting to work
but everything seems to move far too slow
i'm like a puppet, alive just for show
Shut inDon’t mock me, or block me
from taking my stance;
A pity, the city
is caught in a trance.
If only the lonely--
the rich and the poor,
Admit it, we did it!
By shutting our door.
I’d doubt it, without it,
We’d crumble in ruin;
Still, steady, already
forgot what we’re doin’,
We chide the society
for shutting us in--
When really, the “silly”
was us to begin.
time to grow uplife feels personal but it's not
woes befall by scattershot
what's happening now has happened before
what does not pertain we learn to ignore
you pray for a break you want a promise
it is what it is there is no justice
llp - dA - may2013
Sins of the FleshThey're gazing in their mirror eyes
Full of loving longing and filthy longing
And moist-meat sounds that turn
My stomach at the thinking of.
They rut, my friends, and damn themselves.
I envy the damned, their ignorance.
Their love looks like lust to loveless eyes.
And as such, I can see them rutting
Whenever I close my eyes
And the thought itself disgusts me.
And in the ending of their tryst
They pool together into one.
They strut and rut in the streets
That burn in lust beneath my eyes.
Would that a tide would wash away
Oh that a tide of fire would burn away
And cleanse this world of its filth!
Yet one day, in a possible future,
I may be
ThinkingStronger and stronger i may i might,
Why have i sat here all tonight,
Thinking and thinking but not alone,
What am i thinking for someone to know?
I sit i wish i will move on,
But its just another step on,
Live the life that you want,
For its the life you caught.
this world will offer...this world will offer a tie for my trust
but no government can raise life from the dust
so i got to remember the truth that resides
when ile follow my heart instead of the lies
that everyones spewd whether like it or not
who knows wut is best in a place that will rot?
so just smile and think 'wut a fool is that guy'
hes not going to college he'll be shoed as a fly
and tho i may not be on record or known
we'll all be remembered for wut we have sown
not wut we have reaped or wut we may claim
achievements or 'honors' as fame is a game
and 'trusty' employers will say they know why
and demanding u orders to follow, or 'bye'
but i got to ask
Chasing hidden light
Water rolls off of pristine petals
Far beyond the beauty of moist metals
The organic life fighting for the outside
Wanting a life the cage seems to hide
Customary blooms of a sacred nature
Alloy of a colder nomenclature
But beauty always finds a way
No matter the sunlight given through the day
To brake the bonds of a confined space
A battle so many in life have faced
Yet like a broke heart that only wants to decay
The side of the fence has a better light….and I want her to stay.
badly drawn picturebreeding another spawn of hatred
the world twists and turns with insomnia
and the stars fall down and die
watching the chaos
with no sense of perspective
we love the excitement
of breaking something fragile
as we shut our light blue eyes
and dream of hurting ourselves
the heights grow dark and weary
and we wait for the falling feeling
so we can grasp for something safe
we miss the edges rarely
but we cling onto that something
not knowing if it'll hold
bleeding another day in silence
it was a pitiful attempt, sugar
you'll never see the whole badly drawn picture
under your bed the world twists and turns with anger
truth is what makes us cry
after living safe behind a lie.
unknowing, our mind has repressed
what once made us wise.
-truth is what drove us depressed
we incorrect realise.
crying is what makes us strong
lets us know right from wrong.
do not decline the aid you are given
from the comfort in your tears.
let not your hurt walk unforgiven
for it leaves with all your fears.
strength is what we need
to heal us when we bleed.
weakness is comfortable and seductive
but will slowly drive us mad.
leaves us lonely when we've forgotten
the strength that we once had.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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