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Societal Defenestration

The world is a red and green apple

Filled with filthy fat worms that feed

Devouring through the very core

Biting through the poisonous seeds

Their disgusting corruption rotting the fruit

Putrid lies turning white to brown in between

Skinny worms in ties, obese worms in suits

The world is an apple; green as greed, red as sin.

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Holes in the bloody flag that’s weakly flapping

Tattered with bullet shots loudly ringing

From the guns of the new revolution

From the screams of the freedom unborn

The justice system also had huge holes marked on it

And everyone can no longer endure this deficit

And they hope one day innocents will not receive endless death rows

And the guilty will not be awarded with thrones and golden bows.

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Little black spider, in the middle of the web

Do you have power and greed in your head?

Dare you play with the connected strings of fate?

Strum the fragile threads a bit too violently, you simply cannot wait

Until it falls apart and falls to the ground in a ruinous state

And drags you along with destruction that you brought with your hate.

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Locked doors were everywhere, and you had the key

The key to huge power, the key to utter success

You unlocked everything from the lands and the seas

Recklessly leaving doors open in a whirlwind of mess

You unlocked people’s minds, but there’s one thing you forgot

In your haste you forgot to unlock your very soul and heart.

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Jigsaw puzzles, doesn’t society just love them

A million pieces of scattered shapes, ready to be built into a system

And people do seem to want to fit into the big picture

Changing everything from their looks, their emotions, their features

But these naive people never knew the truth, no one had the sense nor heart

To tell them that the jigsaw puzzle was never complete from the start.

~*~

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Mutually Assured Destruction (MAD)

You think that I’m a subdued human being;

Just another petty blade of grass

Another normal organism boredly living

So I’m usually ignored and passed

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But no one knows the terribly ugly truth

The clincher in the clean, orderly path

I am cleverly disguised, like the big bad wolf

No more hiding: I am a psychopath

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My body’s a highly dangerous minefield

In a wide valley of stepping feet

One little snap, just a small pressure to yield

And off goes my emotions, and my soul shatters, depletes

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And sometimes, when time comes to time

When dull people like you get tired of living in decline

So what do you do? Take it out on unknowing people like me

Sorry to say, but you just chose the wrong target, honey

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Talk me trash, test my patience, snap my bones

They’re all just words to me, useless sticks and stones

Because as you laugh like an idiot and titter and scoff

The short countdown in my mind slowly ticks off

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Throw me around, dirty my good name

Ten, nine, eight, seven

Pick on the innocent, and all in good fun

Six, five, four, three, two…and one.

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Then I’ll rampage the town, a violent monster

You realize your cataclysmic mistakes

My sense and humanity are there no longer

I’m just a vessel filled with poison and hate

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You can chase me around with your pitchforks and guns

You can try to hide somewhere, try to get away and run

Or you just simply watch as I madly drench you in blood

As the world cruelly realizes no one’ll save them, there is no god

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Am I sealing my fate by embracing the black heart of Death?

Will causing utter discord to the innocents bring me regret?

Am I going to burn? I already know all that, see

And you are burning down with me

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So go ahead then, make a try

If you really dare, just step on me

And we’ll both blow up to the skies

In mutual destruction and entropy.

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I am dead.

I still retain my physical form, well, yes indeed

And I still possess my body, my skin and bones, my seed

But I might as well be a cold corpse, with my heart getting rust

With my soul slowly wilting, my core turning to ashes and dust

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Sallow skin, sunken and bloodshot eyes, a disregard for other human life

Cold blue lips, a blank stare, a soul built up on endless lies

A zombie, a living dead, a talking corpse, the walking undead

A man with no heart nor soul, but still remains his brain, his head

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I live monochromatically, in black and white, not technicolor

A day goes by and all I see are gray sunsets and blurred fervors

Dark sunrises, muted colors, a dank and filthy human race

Black here, white there, the same old gray sneering face

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Then why bother me? Why can’t you just see?

You’re not living, you’re locked up, you’re caged, why not set yourself free?

What is a world without chromaticity? Without any bits of color?

Why not just whip out your gun, your knife, your noose, your razor?

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Is there even a point in living? I mean, why bother to live?

Why bother if your emotions, your feelings, your core, have already started to leave?

Why not, huh? Why not die permanently? To stop this torture easily?

To finish this endless parade, to end this stupid charade

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Because…maybe, just maybe someday, someone can discover my lifeless body

Maybe, maybe, that certain someone will try their best to revive me

Reclaim my soul, color my sight, breathe life into me once again

Revive my still pulse, electrify my unbeating heart, remove that thrusted knife

…But, I guess that it will never be bound to happen

So for now I’ll just cross my fingers, keep waiting, and keep on living my cold lifeless life.

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