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100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.
Nothing VictoriousI saw a new universe begin with a dream,
there was no one else around to notice the difference;
The others, having followed pied pipers for years,
remained motionless, as they had been processed
and were now all plastic icons of Jesus, resting on pallets,
ready to be shipped to China.
They screamed, uttered "Mama," and sometimes
shouted obscenities at the Holy Father,
while in the distance, the occasional bleats of
black sheep told me to stop counting my
blessings and begin noticing the near future.
I looked and saw a white horse, and sitting on
its back was Nothing.
And Nothing told me about his plan:
Nothing will bring order, Nothing will erase our history,
Nothing will make us forget all we've done, and learned.
I climbed on the white horse, and I rode away
with Nothing, heading toward the sunset, where I,
along with Hatred, Bigotry, Greed, Pride, and so on,
perished with the final setting of the sun,
following to the east, the dawn of humanity.
The Final BreathShhhhh, lean in close.
Let me let you in on a secret; your last thought won't be wondering what people thought of you, how you dressed, or whether that pair of jeans makes your bum look big. You're last thought will be 'Oh, is it over already?'
And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.
It blinks again, and we are gone.
The Air Is In The SkyThe door is open. The bars are weak. The guard is sleeping. And still you cling to the walls of your prison, claiming to be trapped.
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
And Tonight My Prayer Was VAnd tonight my prayer was:
He came to me and asked me what my wishes were. I said that everyone accept we are all equals, in different situations.
He reminded me that I had two more.
I asked why on earth I would need another wish.
Statement of ReasonSanity is the equal battle between logic and feelings, at which none becomes the victor. Insanity is the point at which one of the parties in the battle is beyond reproach.
Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
Been A WhileIt's been a while.
Used to see you a lot, in daydreams and the less-organized poetry I wrote. You were always there to talk to me, to keep me company on those long, bored nights at my basement desk. Every few seconds you'd change shape and gender and appearance, but the personality was always the same. So warm, so friendly, so kind.
So many possibilities
What may have been.
The voice that I created for you is what I remember the most. Androgynous yet natural, and always calm. When no one else would do, when not a soul in this world would understand me, I could always go back to you and my head would clear. How you did that is beyond memaybe it was the anticipation I felt waiting for you to truly come along.
I guess I should be glad
That you were never to be
And that life could go on as usual.
Someday I plan to create a bond, a real bond, I mean, with someone just like you. It was different. I felt for you in a way similar to how I feel for my lover. But you're not the same.
hate in your eyesblack embers smoulder
behind the dark windows of your soul
now, upon the sight of the accursed blight
they roar to life
sulphurous fumes seep from your skin
the flames in your veins dance lividly
to the absence of trust and love
and venomous thoughts spell
the clarity of hate in your eyes
Her Last WordsShe said,
See all my flaws,
See my imperfections,
See all of the quirks.
I'm in pieces, you see.
If you'd pick me up,
Try to mend the wreckage,
It may leave you shattered.
Think before you decide;
The price of helping another
May be hurting yourself.
I'm fading away,
All I ask is that you remember.
I do not ask for you
To piece me back together,
I do not ask for you
To quench the rain.
All I ask,
Is for you to forgive,
For you to not forget.
Don't forget me."
Her last words left her lips,
dissolving in the crisp night air.
A HERO WITHIN USIn the battle between light and darkness
Where do we choose to stand
We only live as mortals
Powerless beyond the fortress of life
We grow like weeds
We rust like steel
Our true self perches
Within the inner realm of our soul
That depicts a diversity of values unraveled
Life is laced with controversy
We decide to possess the quality
Of a true heart and soul.
We choose between good and evil
Who we are lies within us
Every courage we have
Every love we share
Every gift that God has given
Bring us to our glory and fall.
We are unique in our own way
We battle life to survive and inspire others
A determined heart
A generous act of bravery and kindness
Is where our heart and soul lies
For there is a hero within each of us.
Under These SleevesI wake up in the morning,
I go to school,
I get picked on,
Just for being "uncool."
I get spat at, trash canned,
Punched and kicked,
I get pushed around, knocked down,
And I don't even throw a fit.
I just stand there and take it,
I let them show me their true nature,
then I go home,
I get ready to show my full potential.
I go back to school one day,
Walk through the door with a smile on my face,
Start heading to class
while my heart starts to race.
They're all gathered in the same spot,
that's quite conveniant,
now I can find them all,
with a single glance.
Looking at them I think out a plot.
I'll start with his jaw,
then move to HIS knees,
soon they'll all be so swollen,
they can't fit in their own jeans.
I stand in their crowd,
look down and just smile,
once he moves close,
I make the crowd go wild.
One hand around his neck,
I stab my foot at his knees,
who would have known,
what hid beneath these sleeves.
DestroyTake the knife in my hand,
I'm going to make you understand.
Drive it in, to your heart,
Twist it through you like an art.
Carve the blade into your skin,
This is the battle I will win.
Curse your name,
Curse the name of this game.
Cut your throat,
Spill your blood,
Let it join the flood.
Slap your face,
Break your bones,
My ears are deaf,
To your perilous moans.
You are mine!
My servant, my whore.
You obey me, and others no more.
I will break you,
Destroy your soul.
Bury you in a bottomless hole.
I will make you rue this day,
Because no matter what,
I'm going to make you pay.
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.
Except tear it apart.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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