Sonnet of DarknessThe veins of crimson in the inkling stainSonnet of Darkness4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sends streaks across the spirit, slightly rotten,
whilst body smiles and begins to feign,
shoving memories it needs forgotten.
Around the soul the shadows hath wound
tighter, bringing the actions rejected
to mind for musing. Continued and bound
so tightly forcing, helpless neglected.
A barley mustered counterfeit smile
fools nearly all of them. None reprehend.
Rarely though, it is more than beguile;
as close ones pardon and help them to mend.
In friendship comfort can be found again,
before the soul returns to further feign.
-:apocalypse:-a desolate scene, and all but alone-:apocalypse:-4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
the only sound of breath is your own
as darkness falls the plagued ones moan
for your flesh that crawls and chills to the bone
no one else to help, the world monochrome
death ineluctable, fate is sewn
through the crag that hides you, you peek
the sepia sky dull and bleak
so much havoc the dead doth wreak
from skyscraper bent like raven's beak
no one there to hear if you were to shriek
the door slowly opens, you hear a creak
You are the scourge of societyI'm the scourge of society.You are the scourge of society4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have nothing in my pockets,
no one beside me,
and I'm talking to myself.
Walking, planning, hating.
I'm leaving this place,
with a fixed idea in my head.
"I'll be back."
I tried to do it the right way.
I tried, I swear.
But they think we are unimportant too much.
And it makes me mad.
Because they are laughing now.
Dressed on our sweat.
Stepping on our hopes.
With their pockets full of our money.
You can watch.
But I want you follow me.
A bit of disorder will make us feel better.
Tell your friends.
I'm the scourge of society.
Don't give me attention.
Give me revolution.
It's all I need for now.
Look around, you can't see.
But I'll be your eyes.
Just be my arms,
and then I'll gave you a good reason to fight.
We are being robbed.
We are being fooled.
We are being manipulated.
Not anymore, not with us.
Because we are marching.
With good hearts and good feelings.
No fear, no regrets.
For a better future.
We are marching.
With a beautiful song leading us.