James Deani.James Dean21 hours ago in Free Verse
'you look like death',
were my first words to you
in a real way that is dark
and beautiful and final,
i thought with defiance
like a perpetual shadow
that lingers after the candles
have been snuffed out -
you do not need light,
it doesn't scare you,
because fear is just a line,
between standing up and falling down
that disappears,if i close my eyes,
then you put a finger to my lips,
you took my hand and held it,
i stopped thinking,
that you could be ugly and cruel
and a slob in so many ways
you cancelled all my thoughts,
smoked them out like burning hay,
a fever gone stale
after a spitfire -
that there was nothing above
or beneath your imagination
that could save me
FearYou don't need eyes to see fearFear15 hours ago in Free Verse
You don't need a tongue to scream
You don't need ears to hear it coming
You don't need a nose to smell its stench
The odd one and the good one
Where does the odd one go when the good is crowned
To keep peace one must be given to it
So which one goes to it?
The good who everyone loves
Or the odd, who everyone shuns
And they lived happily ever after
(or so the stories say)
She married a handsome prince
(But is he a good prince?)
The Evil queen is dead
(Was she really evil?)
The three older sisters were banished
(so no second chance?)
Blindly obey the fairytale
Deaf to the real world
Evil isn't so evil
Good isn't what it seems
Everyone wants to be the pretty princess
Or the handsome prince
But what if you're the odd one out?
Well then you're given to it
And everything is taken away
The odd one out is in the dark
Taken away as a child
For the markings on her face
Proclaim She is to be queen
But everyone wants a pretty princess
And the evil queen must die
Pyrolysis of Preposterous, Pseudopious PurulenceChildren of god can’tPyrolysis of Preposterous, Pseudopious Purulence11 hours ago in Free Verse
pay taxes; besides, I need
more money what with
all these needy people
on the ignorance of the malleable-
spined masses is your only capability
as an entity. Piety is pitiful, you are
weak, your god is dead, and your
creed should be dead
many people underestimate
the power of community.
We don’t tell people how
to live their lives; we want
you to know how much
are a blatant, malignant liar.
Rotting, lifeless flesh is both
incapable of feeling love and,
coincidentally, what you should
be reduced to in your hell.
My Big Chunk My Big ChunkMy Big Chunk1 day ago in Free Verse
You think it's all black and white,
but everything shines under certian lights..
Difficult, it is to be,
stranger than everyone I see..
Impossible odds, set by me,
firmly there for all to see..
Standing naked on a stump, spouting nonsense,
more comfortable, this would be for me..
Out, from my mind,this demon leaps at me..
Corrupting how I see, where it is I should be..
I bit off, this giant chunk called life,
so deal with it I must, me alone, and my crazy ass wife...
Martin Lee Teel