Anders Behring Breivik, PoemA king among menAnders Behring Breivik, Poem2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A man among traitors
His glory shines brighter than any sun
May he grow wings
And may he be granted a halo
For he truly is an angel
Our savior and our hero
He tries to save his country
With a beautiful bomb
And guns with bullets sent from God
His bones are made of steel
His heart must surely be made of gold
For the sacrifice he was ready to make
But some people are still blind
They won't wake up
To see what has happened
And to see what must be done
Hail Anders Behring Breivik
The Justiciar Knight
For Knights Templar will rule
And they will fight
For the perfect world
It will shine so bright
They will rule both day and night
Beast Is MeBeast is me, at one with my primitive sideBeast Is Me11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Succumbed to the lower brain's nature, devour to survive
In one sense i am dead, in another i am alive
Adapting is a painless task, i don't have to sacrifice any pride
None remained, my shoulders bloody due to clipped wings
The angel in my reflection continues to sing
Subside it with a blade like a sling
And now i'm truly left with nothing
No matter to me, this was foreseen
Whilst in the shadow of a white light being pulled between
Two worlds, each with a promise to make me rise
Above the dirt, suspending above the lies
I chose darkness, my face hidden from view
A maskless mask, No trace left after i make dust and bones of you
The sober cure for all sorrow
Vengeance is now, i won't wait until tomorrow
Swing a fist at me, that's only mere seconds to borrow
The temperature drops, icy breath before your eyes
You made me like this so i'll drown out the despair in your cries
Streams of tears form a puddle
Your head in my hands is the last piece of
TreasonSalivating, it rises up from the stomachTreason9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A nervous burst disturbs the sound of silence
Judgment bestowed in waves before i open my mouth
And i am refined beyond meeting ignorance with severe threats and empty but deeply satisfying violence
Down a hallway of humanity and tightrope dreams
It's supported the weight of emotive cries which falter to a tempest of haunting screams
Daunting, the concrete caressing my confusion
Playing the role of an abstract concept in a perturbating illusion
But only to me because here lies reality
The doors swing open after shutting me out for so long
A reluctant awakening, baptised in a smiling grave
Fallen from the cradle to sing a helpless song
A funeral for who i was
A coffin lined for who i will become
Wilting roses adorning the periphery of my vision
Smoke signals to raise my shredded flag on the three count of the drum
Feeling transluscent but ultimately seen
By every eye transfixed on the undermined
Questions without answers and sullen depression wit
My Dark PassengerA whisper of atrocities to plague my sleepMy Dark Passenger11 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A perennial jolt as if i was falling
Wake up in a cold sweat, wallowing in the unknown deep
And i know my dark passenger is calling
Leads me to a grave that bears my name
Drenched with my own blood
A crimson wave upon my ruin
Like purest water spiked with mud
The game is not over yet
I will sacrifice to the end
Through tears and sake
And no one will dare to defend
Me from the dark passenger
Cut me open and i bleed
I yearn for love, a human need
But something separates you and i
An entity that controls the will of my third eye
Alone in the absolute sense
Silent screams are a moment of mercy i crave
When it is not casting doubt on every innocent thought
Stare into my soul and you will know there is nothing living to save
Far from being the only one but we subsist in a child-like state
Where each hand in ours is vicious, each action is daunting
Just a rodent fleeing the scene
One more night of rest without completely submitting to the haunting
just becausePolitical Correctnessjust because1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whiter than black, blacker than white -
tasty and trite, where might makes rite;
a mite makes right out of fiction
to reduce inter-ethnic friction:
wrath channeled in polite diction
of a delayed satisfaction...
Why do we hide our most natural parts:
the pain of love, the joy of hate,
the thrill, the shrill call to kill
deeper within than you think?
Why are we both inmates and guards
of our own body and fate?
Even now, here on the brink
of universal oblivion, we fail
to realize: the toxic, caustic trail
has been gnawed right into our hearts!
The mighty ship has started to sink...
Cat-eyed maiden of the north
rides across the killing field
on a reindeer rigged like a horse -
where she rides, all armies yield!
She's victory with wolven teeth,
the wheat-haired storm from home;
hundreds of slain lie at her feet
but she ever rides alone.
Where is her mate, where is her match?
She's seeking sweet defeat -
no man's entitled to such a catch
who can't prevail in ba
The Illness"You don't have depression. You are not psychotic. It's not borderline personality disorder either. It's much worse than all these combined."The Illness1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roar's eyes become two glistening drops of distilled fear. Outside the window, the raindrops sitting on a leaf seem to send a wink back.
"You're in love."
It used to be so tempting. The daydreams of murdering his neighbors or traveling through outer space were always one of the best treats for inspiration. He never got bored standing in line at a store or the post office. There was always something to think about.
Now it's just another piece of routine. As if he was transported to Pleasantville and instead of infecting the world with colors, he was turning into a black-and-white character. The only vibrant spot in this new, washed-out world was that girl.
He didn't know where she lived or what her name was; they met in a grocery store where he was working part-time in the summer, and ended up locked inside because the store owner was drunk when h
The Watcher's CornerI am The Watcher in the corner,The Watcher's Corner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow, a foreigner,
Eyes narrowed to emerald slits,
Here in the corner, The Watcher sits,
I am the overlord of observation,
King of all-seeing absolution,
My subjects; those who pass me by,
Here in the corner, The Watcher's eye,
I can spot the twitch of a hand,
Nothing is missed on my royal land,
Notice the shake of paranoid heads,
Here in the corner, The Watcher's bed,
They are trapped and I am free,
I see them, they don't see me,
When the time comes, war I shall bring,
Here in the corner, The Watcher is king
Say Nothing At AllCut my skin deep till you hit the bonesSay Nothing At All2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to feel that pain,
Peel back my skin let my blood gush out
You're trying to just be like Jack the Ripper, I see that little rush in your face when you slide the blade across my skin.
Don't think you have said a single word in 18 years and I think that will change in 18 seconds
After all I have done for you this is the thanks I get?
You got me and this is right where you think I should be
You're right Jenny my life was nothing.
Please do one thing for me tonight, I'm dying in this silence
Think I'm scared of you, hah don't make me laugh or my stomach will pop out.
I just need some music going to make this seem faster,
Oh, you should play 'Cut Me Up Jenny' more than fitting for this situation, don't you think?
Until my soul has passed I shall not give you the satisfaction of screaming or grimacing.
Who would be afraid of a whinny girl like you?
It's funny you failed out of Med School three times, and you still can't cut in straight lines
My One RegretWhat have I become?My One Regret2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My soul has become uneasy with rushing thoughts going through my head
Now a days I'm drinking more alcohol than I weigh
Lost the one I loved the most due to my jealousy and stupidity.
I spend more time in the bathroom, thrashing my head on the ceramic sink than sitting in lectures;
Don't tell me to take it easy, I'm on this ledge for a reason, to stop the sound of your voice in my head.
Yack all you want, I'd be fascinated if I was listening;
Call me a smart ass, tell me I'm the only person to ever hurt you, do whatever pleases you
Cause I've heard it all before cunt.
Rip my heart out and stomp on it, it doesn't matter to me because it's prosthetic.
Jokes on you, I'm already half dead
I'm no longer in your heart and that's okay with me, cause I stop loving you after I saw you kiss that wildebeest.
Prologue: RemembranceHe looked out across the ocean, his blonde hair shifting in the breeze. How long had it been since that fight in Hadren's Keep? How long had it been since he had lost his closest friend?Prologue: Remembrance2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
His mind answered him.
Aaraaf had come here every year on the anniversary of that fight. Out of respect. Out of remembrance.
"Ten years," he remembered, "Ten long years since we freed Laed. How I miss you, Israfel..."
Broken WingsTake a look at me nowBroken Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tell me what you see.
You say to me:
with broken wings.
But I see something else,
I see a swan.
I see a swan,
that is ready to take flight.
So let these wings go,
and let me
soar into the sky.
birthday poemArise from the ashes of your mother's wombbirthday poem2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
for its the life of the wiling that you wish to consume
Come RISE from the earth
for its now your happy day of birth
Walk with me past the rainstormWalk with me past the rainstorm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked amongst the daises, wondering where things went crazy.
No Daffodils, No dandelions just a sea full of daises all going through there on phases.
Saturated in their new found rain, now covered in mud but still without disdain, they sway in the breeze and slap softly against me as they tease effortless in their breeze.
I walked amongst the daises, realizing life isn't that crazy, without control I took a stroll amongst the flowers with not much power and knew that in the hour that everything was a little less sour.
I walked amongst the daises, life seemed to set itself and stay me, nothing is going to play me not when I can walk amongst the daises.
The touch of a roseDeep in my garden, beneath the old trees ,The touch of a rose2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A crimson red rosebush calls forth to the bees .
And as one walks past it and slowly inhales ,
A world of calm beauty the rose bud unveils .
The touch of it fragile , so soft to the skin.
A feeling most tender , you tremble within.
You think it's not prudent, but later you grin,
For what no one sees can't be judged as a sin.
the asses of the massesAlright, now. Alright.the asses of the masses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you say it to me, alright
Site drawn curtain death
certain breath squeeze up on out
in the skinny mess
With her finest dress on
knees bones hands caress
stickly there and service gasses
quartered to dimes and raising my taxes
cornering torturing feeded practice
THE MASSES WILL BE QUELLED
hurry up I'm about to be sick
double up scum belly under belly
side quick hit this shit
and I'll tell you all about it, bitch.
bags full eyes out
sipping from my broken cup
gotta brand new thing and they say it's
gonna take us all the way!
All the way!
wingnut sunrises and sunfalls and cookin fires
under the highway bridge in Berkley
and nobody ever asks me my real name.
Pickin twigs outta my hair.
And I never claimed I knew what I was doing
if that's perfectly alright with you.
Emotional discomfortEmotions you toy with my mind.Emotional discomfort2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You toy with my body.
You toy with my soul.
You make me feel things that I shouldn't.
But you also help me experience things,
that I should.
Things that make me smile.
Things that make me frown.
But, should they be there?
Should I be able to have complete control,
of these things that can do so much?
Is this thing, this item of unrivalled power,
something mere man should be able to control?
Occasionally, I desire the power, the ability,
to have you completely under my control.
To possess that ability to stop you.
Yet, I wonder about the effect.
What would happen to me,
if my emotions would cease to be?
I would become an empty shell of a man.
No longer capable of loving.
No longer capable of caring.
No longer capable of hating.
No longer myself.
I would just be a shell.
However, the emotions seem to bring with them,
a sense of pain, yet a sense of belonging.
They are bored into the depths of our being.
Yet, they can be tar
No oneWhispers join the screams by nowNo one2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
everyone asks the question "How?"
But no one truly understands
that sometimes everything just fades
And we can't fight the neverending dark
for we all have the little scorching mark
Tattoeed in our mind like scar
flowing through our blood like tar.
Some say the world will end in fire
some say in ice
I don't really care at all
for we are all just puppets on a show.
Impure ArtImpure ArtImpure Art3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the artwork flow, from my mind to the pad.
Let the colors fill the piece with vibrancy and and life.
Let it all out, spill these thoughts from my soul.
Rip these impure thoughts out of my veins.
Allow this art to mend my scarred and beating heart.
DawnMy hands are feeling coldDawn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the memories are getting old
my heart is going to explode
and everything I had is sold
The night is dying with a scream
of passion falling from the stream
I wish I was able to dream
but all my thoughts are burning mean
The clouds are letting in the light
the dawn is breaking through my sight
I wish there was something to fight
but nothing now is quite alright
She left me bleeding in my room
after she took my heart in bloom
and while I was on the moon
I heard the sound of wailing doom
And all I want is just one hope
and really, I could use some dope
cause the alternative is rope.
PassionYour touch is flaming on my skinPassion3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my heart is yearning
starts to sing
Your hair is falling like a veil
my eyes are shining
and then they fail
Your lips are cold as winter's grasp
my blood is boiling
from their harass
Your breast is all but snowy white
my chest is breaking
but it's alright
Your passion brings me more than pain
my brain's collapsing
it starts to rain
Your ecstasy is bound to me
my sorrow's gone
it won't be long
You're trying now to bring me joy
my flesh is ready
Your euphoria became one with mine
my joy is yours
it will be fine...
This Is GoodbyeI loved you once.This Is Goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love you still.
But this is goodbye.
It has been intense.
Don't ask me why
I had to put this to an end.
You have left my heart
Broken & shattered.
So it's time for us to part.
I hope it doesn't matter.
I let my life,
Revolve around you my friend.
Now I'm taking a metaphorical knife.
And putting this friendship to an end.
I will miss you dear.
One day, we may be friends again.
But until then, I shall shed a tear.
Because this decision will destroy me in the end.
You were my best friend.
And it's been a great time.
But yet again...
This is goodbye.
Today is Fire, and she burns.Today is Fire, and she burns.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stood abruptly.
The little library was silenced by the slamming
"Who the FUCK do you think you are?"
The tall girl acidly whispered to a boy standing
only metres away, looking at her in utter shock.
The tall blonde boy gulped as he felt her liquid
gold eyes burn into him.
"I asked you a question."
Her words smooth as honey but burn like fire.
Today is fire, and she burns.
More Philosophies Of The Doc.More Philosophies Of The Doc.8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. The number one rule of life: "Anything that can go wrong, will."
2. Here's a thought to ponder on, this happened to a friend of mine:
"How come if a school bus wrecks or breaks down and you're late for school, then it is an excused absence. But if your car breaks down, and you have proof of it too, and you're late for school, then it's an un-excused absence. This is just another example of how the people above us are trying to kill us all."
3. Once again I'm going to talk about the "educational and motivational" (opps... i mean gay and a waste of money...) signs that are hung up around my school: The sign says, "You earn respect by how you live, not by what you demand." They don't know today's society very well do they? You literally have to hold people at gunpoint and beat them before you get any respect. The sign should say, "You earn respect by how big you gun and how big your posse
I Didn't Tell Her I Loved HerShe had tears running down her cheeks.I Didn't Tell Her I Loved Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There wasn't any rhyme or reason as she cried
i stood up without thinking
that maybe I might have been the cause
but i sat by her side and watched as she
moved away, her long chocolate colored hair
just barely touching my arm
and I leaned close to inhale her sweet perfume
her beautiful lips parted and she
all those nights we spent together;
hands entertained as we laid upon the grass
staring up at the dark sky