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BELLSEveryone to the front, the bell is ringing
The sporadic click-clack-clacking of hole punchers
Leading the charge
The joyless screaming of students past their due
Reduced to whimpers as they hit the ground
Everyone to class, here come the teachers
Brandishing rulers sharp as whips
Each hit amputating limbs
Each slash sending another student
Everyone to the rear, the day is lost
Some have been taken
Some have been lost
Some have been forgotten
Such is the price of a day
Gone so terribly wrong
Just the TruthYou found me a stranger,
A man no more familiar to you,
Than you to him.
Time eroded boundaries,
Pushing you closer,
Creating bonds everlasting.
Feelings grew from the start,
Uncertainty warping logic,
Allowing Fear to conquer.
With loneliness sprouted dedication,
A fire burning within,
Conquering foolish doubts.
New meetings presented opportunity,
The truth delivering itself immaculately,
Reaping the reward of your love.
Through the burdens of the past,
Through the uncertainties of the future,
I just need you to stay.
UnlikelyBroken in spirit, broken in heart,
This shell of a man wanders alone.
Forgotten since birth,
Washed away in a modern waterfall.
Chasing an object of affection from the shadows,
Terrified of events unforeseen.
A mere pleb advancing on a heartbreaker,
Courters imagining his rejection.
Presenting love not with flashy gifts,
But with illustrious words from within.
Mended in spirit, mended in heart,
This man strides with purpose.
Noticed since he walked out his door,
Pulled up by the one 'out of his league.'
Chased by the object of his affections,
Thrilled by events past.
A worthy man approaching his affection,
Courters soured by
Art Trade: What We BecomeHouses divided by petty pains,
Words flying like daggers in the sun,
Cutting ties and ending lives with glee.
Nights stained crimson with the life of servants,
Stomach's turned yellow by dastardly deals,
Opening wounds forgotten by time.
Flames snuffed out with breaths of air,
Warming the living with borrowed strength,
Deceiving the brainless with false silence.
Houses united by hidden meetings,
Words flowing and intertwining in the moonlight,
Healing what is forgotten with glee.
Mornings painted with beauty,
Smiling faces destroying adversity,
Erasing the scarlet misfortune of olde.
Brought about by those who dared,
For the LostAll is shattered, a life without meaning.
Swear you didn't mean what was said,
Swear it was all a mistake.
Plead you would never leave,
Plead when I start to walk.
Cry when the room is empty,
Scream to specters of the past.
Collect your broken mind,
Sweep old memories under the rug.
Move on from your life,
Start anew from the ashes.
Forget your death with time,
As you become one of the Lost.
The DoctorThe Doctor is in she will see you now,
Step inside her bloody shop of health,
Trust the faceless cloaked in black.
Submit to her treatment,
Submit to the pain.
Peer into those hollow pits,
Wonder if she's even looking.
Coat your clothes in life's ink,
Struggle against her knife.
Drink what she delivers,
Feel yourself lose control.
The Plague is in she will see you now,
Observe the black coat stained red,
Hear the screams of thousands.
Submit to the mask,
Submit to the pain.
Stare into eyes of night,
Know she doesn't care.
Seal eyes coated in disease,
Lose yourself to the Plague.
NaPo #30: CLUELESSMysteries from the clueless
The blind leading the blind
A race to the finish
A concrete flag
Painted in red
Shots in the dark
A macabre painter's brush
Splashing vivid streaks
Upon the walls
Upon the ground
Displaying his masterpiece
For the world to see
PUPPETMy life is not my own
My life is one to give
My ears were stitched shut at birth
My tongue cut out at war
My hands and feet controlled by strings
Hung high in rafters above
A puppeteer willing me to sin
Willing me to kill
My life is not my own
My life is one controlled
My life cannot continue
My death is my only choice
NaPo #29: INTRODUCTIONSMy name is not
What you would expect
My name was not
Chosen by parents
My name has not
Been kind to many
My name will not
Bring pleasure to anyone
My name cannot
Cannot be helped
My name was created
My name has existed
In heinous forms
My name will exist
Until the end
Pleased to meet you
Self ImageYour greed compels you,
Your greed controls you.
Seeking more while giving less,
Smoke dripping from your veins
Poisoning the ground on which you walk.
Warping your twisted mind,
Destroying your crooked morals,
Breaking your corrupted spirit.
Your greed compels you,
Your greed owns you.
Tearing away layers of flesh,
Revealing a creature
Made of money
These are just words,
From the depths of a mind
Twisted to sanity
Writing what it sees.
So the question is,
What do these words,
These eclectic words,
Mean to you?
Just a TaleTales sprouted from darkness,
Taking form in the light
Caressing the ears of passersby,
Captivating the wild with words
Laced with a fool's gold,
Lacerating the bold
Defending the timid,
Defiling unholy prisons
Holding the blind that see the truth,
Hiding behind masks of deceit.
Request: Leave MeYou left me alone.
You left me crying in the dark,
In a house filled with daemons of the past.
You left me with crimson memories,
Carved in my skin with blades of flesh and bone.
You forgot who I was,
Casting me off like one of your whores.
You left me alone.
You left me smiling in the dark,
In a house absolved of its sins.
You took what you wanted,
Leaving what wasn't "valuable."
You left the key to my chains,
Setting me free.
When you left,
I could finally be happy.
Just a ManLet me tell you a story of a man,
Not propelled to fame,
Nor driven to mediocrity.
This is the story of a man
Born at the feet of others,
Forgotten in society.
His childhood lived out in the gutter,
His education in survival.
A diet of second-hand morsels,
Given up by the bowels of a gleaming city.
Money a foreign concept to him;
His only possessions the clothes on his back.
His filth a blanket, shielding him from false beauty.
Men and women scoff as they pass,
Calling him names too obscene to utter.
But despite the hate,
Despite the hunger, he stays "happy."
He stays happy in face,
A permanent smile
Just a DreamRemember the last time,
You thought you were falling?
A dream was all it was,
But it felt as real as a slap to the face.
The wind distorting your cheeks,
Deadened arms turned to a bloody sponge.
Tiny dots becoming giant mountains,
A rounded Earth pushed flat.
Tears stripped away from your face,
Replaced by streams of water in a cloud.
Your body reaching out to the widening Earth,
Urged on by the one thing you could never control.
Soundless screams being shoved down your throat,
Hands gripping out for any sort of savior.
Your hands reach out one last time,
A much smaller pair reaching back in anticipation.
Joy is the new expre
SOC: Why?It's such a simple question,
With such a simple answer,
Overlooked by those who seek,
Coming to a chosen few in time,
Patient in their resolve,
Wanting nothing but receiving everything.
Playing songs fashioned on impossible instruments,
Writing verses in unknown shades of ink,
Drawing pictures with pens wove from silk,
Burning barriers in magnificent flurries of light,
Treading with feet silent and burning with cold,
Whispering a word with a simple answer to all who will listen;
A World of WordsThis written word strung together,
Played off in a cacophony of beauty,
Dancing around in a field of verses.
Visible to all with eyes in their heads,
Or ears sensitive and perked,
But only known to those who watch.
Those chosen few who sit in silence,
Listening to a mute orchestra,
Or watching an invisible ballet.
The truth behind what is visible,
Is seen and created by their worn minds,
Lips upturned with furrowed brows.
Broken hands feeling no pain when creating,
Their minds, hearts and souls filling the page,
In a cacophony of beauty, spilling across the world.
The Burning GasThe leaves were dark against the glowing sky
Trails of dust and smoke leading the charge
Black clouds broke up with planes smoking and red
Crashing on men bloodied, their screams dying.
Flaming trenches killing all who walk in
Plaguing all who survive with gas that sticks
Dormant symptoms showing themselves with touch
Boils of red and black staining the skin.
Screams of the dying echoing, chilling
Cracking even the strong of heart and mind
Gauze coverings hiding true pain from sight
Restless nights haunting men wrapped and burning
The only sleep these men can find in pain
Is riddled with blackness and cold and death.
The Face LiftYou changed your name but couldn't change your face
A man afraid to step outside his door
Distraught with what you met in your old place
Hidden beneath the old cracked wooden floor
A feeling of safety keeping you down
Holding your knees close to your chest for sleep
The sun shining through cracks making you frown
Giving you no respite except to weep
Content on staying in your darkened hole
Playing with the rats and your newfound name
Observing what you found and what you stole
tearing at flesh with nails sharpened and aimed
Deranged and crazed searching for your new grace,
Bloodied and smiling while finding your face.
The Man and the BillLet's all sit back or even lean forward as we reflect on the subject of currency of the modern age or even the past ages of you're a collector; that dirty paper and coin we call "money." It's something that's perpetuated human's greed throughout its significant yet insignificant existence ever since the first one of our tiny little minds grasped the concept of organized trade and currency. Money has given us an excuse to commit heinous deeds sanctioned by someone greased down by nothing else but the brilliant invention; he simply sits backs and watches as the world squirms beneath him. So in this truth we must deduce that the commoner must fo
Gift: Just a FamilyYou were born into a family,
Caring and respectful,
With little in the way of hardship.
You were raised in the highest of class,
Given the highest of education,
Praised to your heart's content.
You were troubled as life continued,
A family once united torn apart,
Words sharpened to daggers.
You were forced to run,
Hunted by prior family for sport,
Thrown into the gutters you made.
You were found by the kindest of men,
Not tainted by money or power,
Welcoming you in like one of their own.
You were never given a reason to smile,
Never given a reason to hope,
Until you met the ones you cast aside.
You were overjoyed the day you
Learn About MeI am the man who they call Kiker
A man awash in accomplishments; unbreakable in mind and in spirit
Handling deadly hands with care. Fighting daggers of deceit with words of truth
Revealing Riddlers for who they are. Stealing the spotlight from the undeserving
Ending erroneous reigns fueled by childish fear; paint-slingers shot like it is an art
Painting pastel pictures splattered yet organized. Living skin as a canvas red with defeat
Soaring towards the sky the world is my plaything. A modern-day earth-scraper flowing like a ghost
I come to you a humble man ready to defeat what challenges you most. I intend to cripple the disease that
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