To an Upright CitizenDefining crime is such subjective artTo an Upright Citizen1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
That everyone is guilty in someone’s heart.
075. WheelchairsJust because someone is handicapped075. Wheelchairs5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Does not mean you have the right to
Bully them, talk down to them
Or anything else mean
Put yourself in their
Shoes for a day
How does that
Machine Gun HeartSo full of hate and it's time for the demise of this plagueMachine Gun Heart3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
cannot control the deep, imminent rage, it will never age
the population will soon face a metal-flavored surgery
annihilation draws nigh, good will was just a forgery
had enough of all the lies and don't mind the cries
surrounded by emotional spies, they blacken my skies
you can try to break me down, try to tear me apart
but you will never gain the respect of my Machine Gun Heart
all those blind eyes pouring guilt on others
under that burden the weak soul withers
all those infectious hands, trying to contaminate
surrendering to their grey world won't ameliorate
injection of lies replaces knowledge of the truth
intruders of mind, worst enemy of youth
even if you take it again, begin from the start
there is no chance you'll break my Machine Gun Heart
i see those endless fields of mindless zombies
standing like stones, hollow biological machines
tons of shrapnel on the ground
as bullets testify my love aloud
burn the carcasses, d
Warrior Prayer to the GodsLost in battle,Warrior Prayer to the Gods4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Scarred for life.
Fruits of the tree,
Cut by knife.
Gods of Asgard,
I call to you.
To be my guard,
Without a clue.
All hail the gods,
The mighty Aesir,
For I have none to fear.
Pray to those in valhalla,
Fighting in the sala.
there was a wallonce hate built a wallthere was a wall21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
constructed for division
took the direct route
rather than historic revision
families and lovers
who had just lived next door
would suffer separation
at the hands of cold war
calloused leaders hearts stone
frozen silent in time
no thaw come Spring
as would the Rhine
evening news captured
escapes harsh cost
generations passed down
fading photos of the lost
fleeting glimpses behind the facade
revealed only ruin and decay
until freedom took a stand
and began to chip away
Justice EntertainmentThey don't call it the fairJustice Entertainment5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
But cotton compass, give a soft direction confection
Until sour teeth turn into light reflections
Of a sugar mouth, defeating a compression
The spirits of grime and grit try to fit into
Like a kid searching affection, but progression's what it did do
So we are far from fair.
To Robert FrostI dare to be a radical when old,To Robert Frost15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
For fear the young will turn conservative.