Grey OrchidGrey orchids,Grey Orchid
where my terror grows on its darkened vines. I find myself on a wavy path.
I am lost, searching forever, for just a glimpse of light in these orchids of grey, where only fake trees grow
Loathing it's stare,
I tear a grey fruit from the tree and bite fiercely into its stinking flesh. Rotten chunks float into space.
Making me choke and wheeze, I loathed them even more, as I fell to the ground
in a poisoned daze.
Never shall I feast
upon these orchids again. Life is just a ripening for death &n
Beasts of SurvivalEvening, where sunlights glow slowly softens. And where the ground is made out of coffins. Fog, drawn in to the smell of death, arrives Shrouding what's left of the many lost lives.Beasts of Survival
Two beasts fight to win life from the other, Tearing through the earth's natural cover. Using the wrath of their claws to defend To save their life they must condescend.
With each lunge they feel flames scorch their faces. The fight drags on as all virtue erases. With one final swoop the battle is done. The beast with the most blood on his hands won.
As the fog clears, the
Modern Fairy TaleIn a dark time, and in a dark world, A beast had come forth, and chaos unfurled. It beared its sharp fangs as it devoured . Thirsting for blood, as it was empowered.Modern Fairy Tale
Scarring the sky with their large towers, Burning the land with their great powers, Spreading throughout with a fierce quickness, Transforming the clean air into sickness.
The beasts then discovered they hate eachother. And battled constantly against one another. Destroying their kind by way of their own hand. These wretched beasts were known only as man.
Angel of DeathShe spreads her wings As the pendulum swings. We must realize That she can surprise.Angel of Death
She plays this game Where she picks a name Out of a black hat, That's who she'll attack. So don't waste your time With feelings malign. For these worldy hates, Her firm grasp awaits
Housekeeping
Content
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Some days
Some nights
Some live, some die
That's the way of the samurai.
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Death to the N.E. Patriots and a slow death to Tom Brady. You all got what you deserved.
Clowns are not people...
There is no thought, logic, or reasoning behind words or actions laced with the crimson madness. There is only joy.
Taking it easy I hope.
I have some ideas for new poems brewing around in my head right now. I might have a new one done as soon as today!
Just a heads up.
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Some days
Some nights
Some live, some die
That's the way of the samurai.
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Death to the N.E. Patriots and a slow death to Tom Brady. You all got what you deserved.
Clowns are not people...
There is no thought, logic, or reasoning behind words or actions laced with the crimson madness. There is only joy.
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Death to the N.E. Patriots and a slow death to Tom Brady. You all got what you deserved.
Clowns are not people...
There is no thought, logic, or reasoning behind words or actions laced with the crimson madness. There is only joy.
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-To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world
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JANETTE<3
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Why do you trust me and scream out your fears,
running over the tears you've contained?
Now cover up your eyes... is that good for you?
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