Words and WeaponsYour words are powerless here.Words and Weapons10 months ago in Horror More Like This
Every syllable you mutter is a pointless charade;
Words will not change you.
They will not change us.
Simple text and gospel praise,
as vile and useless as the parasites who exhale them,
stain the truth about words:
Words are nothing against true change.
Speech will not change the world;
that's the job for a firing line of hot lead.
ADAMSuch glorious praise,ADAM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for such twisted science.
ADAM, the way of the future,
the way of Rapture.
But, should such things be praised?
As we augment our selves further,
we plunge deeper and deeper,
into dark and sadistic addiction.
As if the Devil himself slips,
quietly and grinning,
into your blackened veins.
The needle his gate. His path way.
Your eyes become his eyes.
Your strength belongs to him.
How much longer,
can you resist his seduction?
The vial is empty,
the needle slightly moist.
Look at your arms, friend.
What have you done?
The Commuter's Narrative I can't even begin to explain to you how much public transportation bugs me. It seems words can't even grasp the amount of filth and lack of systematic planning that creates the null void of rational thought, smack dab in the middle of Boston.The Commuter's Narrative10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Trains, bus, and commuter rail: It's all the same crap, every day.
But, as ridiculous and dirt-attracting this moldy rail system is, our society thrives on it. A generous amount of people, especially in our current economic state, take public transportation to reach their job. That job, in turn, creates local revenue.
Without revenue, Boston would shrivel into a monstrous waste of rust and nothin
Would You Kindly - Bad Ending Would you kindly...Would You Kindly - Bad Ending1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you kindly lie,
filling my head with a false life.
The life you wanted.
Would you kindly make me a monster,
tell me to become the villain,
turn the Atlantic into a fiery-massacre.
Would you kindly lead me,
a shadow, twisted and deformed,
down every evil hall of the city.
Would you kindly toss me about,
like the wreck of the plane itself,
crumbled on the murky ocean floor.
Would you kindly warp my mind,
a mind I never had control of,
a puppet on a bloodied string.
Would you kindly...
Kindly, you bastards.
For every drop of blood I spill for you,
the more the city belongs to me.
Would You KindlyWould you kindly...Would You Kindly1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you kindly release me?
I have no will to become a puppet,
a slave of your greed and power lust.
Would you kindly show your face?
Using those you murdered,
to mask your malicious intent.
Would you kindly confront me,
as man and not as the coward you are.
The final showdown.
Would you kindly bleed,
against the floors you tried so hard,
to rip from the hands that made it.
Would you kindly die,
an irony matched by no other.
Your power made you only weaker.
Would you kindly...
kindly, my dear.
Show me the way out.
The way up.
Silence is GoldenOur voices are silenced,Silence is Golden1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
words come and fail.
will we ever speak at all?
A mere glance,
in a world of stares,
a beating heart.
Holding you close,
the words never come.
we don't vocalize.
And babe, do we need to?
Let the warmth of your heart,
and the light of your eyes,
speak the words of a thousand life-times.