to make killers out of accomplicesyou say you're clean.to make killers out of accomplices1 day ago in Free Verse
and yet you breathe my words in
like you think that black coating
on the inside of your throat
will turn your bitter
insults to cherry liquor, sharp but
somehow stylish, desirable,
that elegant slice of
a gilded knife i'm trying to put down.
enabler, don't laugh.
his pain is fed by your mirth.
i may be further gone, but you're
the arsenic disguised as honey
and you're no wasp;
you can only raise one hand in defence.
i'm crying from the bottom of the cliff
that you won't like the end
of your doomed attempt to fly – you're human.
you can't and you never will.
don't cry. it serves no purpose to complain
that the cost of the blood you sacrificed
is more than just the pain.
this isn't cheat, don't talk like we're
playing cards, okaying the bluffs,
don't tell yourself you can pick up
that mantle (that mask) then cast it aside
when you're done. that's not how it works
and i know, i've been this side
of the bars for too long.
spit out that
How the World'll FallHeeeeeeeeey-yoHow the World'll Fall19 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics
The atmosphere has become too much
Humans started it, then continued on
They turned it up till it got too hot
Marvelous MuzzlingEvolution mouths are mineMarvelous Muzzling11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
And speak over whispering backpedals
Like bikes. Mischief to the art of road shapes.
Racks for lips, silver binds in mind.
Would you gods raise lakes without a call?
Is it sea level if your nature doesn't bawl?
I dipped in but looked behind, habitual feet loll.
I'm blinded as I visualize self,
A smile with rock impressions on the sole.
Apparently the canvas without the soul
And I intend a self portrait before it swells.
Still, why art in the first place?
Your effects promote progress
For the other cause, other side.
Benefits or a lack of, no wrong or right.
Choice. Now, conceptualize
Choosing the other.
It's a flow you can personalize!
I customize distance so this doesn't hover
Over my time
Something's Wrong...Terribly WrongSomething is wrong. Terribly wrong in the world we are living in.Something's Wrong...Terribly Wrong23 hours ago in Free Verse
Land of the free home of the brave my behind.
More like land of slaves and the hole in which our ancestors died to keep.
Is it really our ancestors or the people who you used to spit on?
The people who you stole their land from?
The people who you used to beat and whip to get your bread huh?
We are all slaves call it a conspiracy. I call it truth – nowadays we call it youth without youth.
I had a dream where my next door neighbor wouldn’t beat me just because we didn’t look the same.
I am vain.
You are vain.
We all are vain.
I don’t need to be Superman or Lois Lane to know that something is wrong with us man!
We look to processed fiber greens to satisfy our filthy needs.
I’m tired of being a semi-processed military brand good who’s only desire is to kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten.
Is this really my american dream?
Do I really want to bleed and die for bigger things?
BiteBiteBite14 hours ago in Free Verse
O pitiful dog to a nation by chain!
Such sharp fangs, yet the stake breaks the earth,
Only freed by your master, who'th too insane,
They should have put you down at birth.
But you claw and gnash at a futile goal,
Not set by you, your bone is gnawed!
Your futurity, your master doth control,
So sad and obsolete, your order is flawed.
You bark, gnaw, chew at my being and flesh,
Yet I will not strike, no stone I will throw,
I will resist, and tell you so, yet you will mesh
Your emotions, so soft, in a pot of snow.
Here I stand out in the cold,
And there you march, close, arms up ahead,
I claim no strength, I am not bold,
But simply for reason, I stand without dread.
You point your teeth and claws about,
One at me, with a spark and flash,
But times of anarchy will be your drought,
So down I fall, bite life's sash.
A dog you are and will forever be,
So dull those teeth and claws, your master I will be!