Words Waging War
Walls divide less than treason, precipice pivot, no rhyme or reason Blistering change in season, boiling seas reflecting, misspent greed. Democracy, A thinly veiled threat, leaning and lacking ways and means Proof of concept, rough show preamble, founding fathers lead by example When will I learn? Will we evolve and earn, truth brought to light A will resolved to fight? Bloodied blunt force spinning. Will they ever learn? Cross to bare, humanity to burn Winding up tables to turn. Images of man, crawling from ruin Prefer famine over cattle feed. Kiss the ring, call foul the protest. Compromised by need The snake you took in, burned the grass below, down to roots branded by trust. The weasel hung by mob, is no less unjust, vigilant values hiding in wait To fade change, sow chemicals into seeds, dependency, bite, hands that feed Living, Breeding, barely breathing, growing up from the bottom, crawling out Nothing sacred, above or below, judged by meaning, Matter or fact A slippery slope to moral high ground, human bonds, fractured and bound Smile the almighty, with no uncertain end, superstition, prefer to pretend.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Offering up the theft as a way of saying, “this is what I’m capable of” Don’t cross me or you’ll spend the rest of daylight hanging from one Enter the space love has left waiting Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, or casualty of war, Separate Adam’s rib. Attempt to remove the soul’s chamber. Using yellow eyes, striking. Forked tongue lashing out at me. Exhausted memories can’t sustain themselves. I can change my mind but I can’t change my heart. What has been taken must be returned Before falls lessons learned, spin pastels in parallel Bidding us farewell Ringing in life’s perpetual burn, loneliness. Lead me to follow another down the path Of ambitious stones overturned. A fatalist with a heart refusing to heal. Grief in disbelief having no explanation How life can continue without the benefit of a pulse. Watch rivers of red and blue surge under tissue paper skin. Living all this time with lack of vital signs.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Fables in forms of Hieroglyphs Found me opening a letter Eloquence and luster scale the walls of a world on fire. Textile tapestries tethered together entice trepidation. As sure as my lies will confine me, I won’t deny them. As sure as my faults will define me, I won’t rely on them to say Who am I supposed to be? Witness beauty once forbidden to be touched by hands never touched by love. Believe in the promise. You deserve not to be alone. It is easy to forgive but taking time to forget.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
Find self esteem without a mirror. Take a crack at pride. Target the tyrant’s secrets. Seek out integrity where it hides Walk a while, run a mile, rest a minute There is more to shapes and form than function within it. Life is a contest or lately a protest. Either way I detest the expression “do your best”. Only to be critiqued and catalogued By those who have never had a hand in creation Only a finger in the paint of someone else’s art. Expose the weakness below the layers of plastic skin Filter out the smoke that holds onto your breath. Let the shortness choke you as survival builds Strength to strike a blow. Begin to grasp what you can’t let go. Life is a contest or lately a protest. Either way I detest the expression “do your best”. Only to be critiqued and catalogued By those who have never had a hand in creation Only a finger in the paint of someone else’s art. Produce something of merit A structure to weather the storm Time travel, collect or debt Posthumous fame is all you can ask for.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Summon ambition, Collect strength in shoes losing soul. Trip over wrinkles in adversity. Lead hallucinations Down the spiral staircase screaming. “Empower the mask, represent the faceless.” Tell me a story. Picture perfect thousand words. Paint by number. Picture perfect thousand words. Extend the landscape from tongue to ear. Invite the vampires, taste the fear. Picture perfect thousand words. Inscribe history with a mark pressed into skin. Street lights, prize fight, rescue mission. You’ve lost me somewhere between the fog and page 37. Clear through the haze. Tell me a story Picture perfect thousand words. Paint by number. Picture perfect thousand words. Extend the landscape from tongue to ear. Invite the vampires, taste the fear. Picture perfect thousand words. Let loose descriptions, depict the fight for free will. Celebrate departure. Anniversary coming to senses. Short the wires, shock the weak, Speak for many circus freaks. Secret meetings, hand shakes, Square peg in a round hole. Tell me a story…
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
Contact is made by near misses and high sides. Souls splitting from impact. Brushed up against, forget to rewind. Bring a glow to the surface. Cut it up so there is enough for both of us. Doubting my strength but know its limitations. Sink a well in the soft skinned incoherent, Let its life spring yours, Into collisions of numb indifference. Find your way to the answers, Avoid impact with Immovable objects, simple brains Which carry no weight. Bring a glow to the surface. Cut it up so there is enough for both of us. Doubting my strength but know its limitations. Sink a well in the soft skinned incoherent, Let its life spring yours, Into collisions of numb indifference. Sink a well in the soft skinned incoherent, Let its life spring yours.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
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Reminded words. Unfounded fail. Burning paper peeled away, shows seams folding in half. Forget to stay overwhelmed. Scowl at the sight of a sensible mourning. Flashback, ten to the twelfth power. Trip on the lights fantastic. Levitate to the poles. Floating away hearsay. Grandeur recalls delays. Notify the proper authorities. Sleeping pills, daffodils. Absent for the reading of wills. Confront necessity with pretension. Prevent me to enter the fifth dimension. After the thrill, secrets spill from vultures throats. Flashback, ten to the twelfth power… Gather not hot house flowers. Leave behind a watermark. Holland, a scene from a dream in the spring time. Windmills fan breath to the willows. Sun dry petals in the window sill. Flashback, ten to the twelfth power. Trip on the lights fantastic. Levitate to the poles. Floating away hearsay. Grandeur recalls delays. Notify the proper authorities.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Sleeping above me, crossing my mind to push my dreams around. Wake me with your tongue. False alarms pull me down. Slipping feathers in my ears helps the crushing of my fear. Move from my thoughts to something that’s caught Leaving with an exhale. Love’s persistence to be the end all be all to me. Will carry the question of my existence to the grave, save life. By bringing down life. I’m fighting it hard to breathe right now. Communicate respiration; revive me, To divide me into pieces small enough to fit in pockets. Brave attempts to win you have failed. Stop me from trying. Love’s persistence to be the end all be all to me. Will carry the question of my existence to the grave, save life. By bringing down life. I’m fighting it hard to breathe right now. Contaminants fight wars against speech. Wondering with all your words still out reach me. Sins cast down by guilt stones past around. Engraved with first and last names. The dream has never been the same since my visitor has left me. I pray tonight, hindsight will not let me go without you. Love’s persistence to be the end all be all to me. Will carry the question of my existence to the grave, save life. By bringing down life. I’m fighting it hard to breathe right now.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
Cut your teeth on the skin of giants. Reach out to the Poets of Renaissance. Draw the short ending from the long hand. Pound out rhythms in lambic pentameter. Callus’s form on fingers, wringing out cloth free of blood and imagination. Memories painted with sweat and wine To be burned into time. Draw the short ending from the long hand. Pound out rhythms in lambic pentameter. Callus’s form on fingers, wringing out cloth free of blood and imagination. … Phrasing easy to taste but difficult to swallow. Get your arms around the breadth in overture. Draw the short ending from the long hand. Pound out rhythms in lambic pentameter. Callus’s form on fingers, wringing out cloth free of blood and imagination.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
You will never know how long it took for pen to reach paper Soaking in script of washed out pages. Countless times the words have dropped balanced on the back of my mind. Projecting feelings to the sky. Hoping they land close to home. Ending conversations with a wish for dreams and rest. Feeling incomplete with anything less. Asking to sleep at your feet or at least In the vicinity of the ground you walk on. Traveling great lengths to worship here. I will not take kindly to being turned away. Projecting feelings to the sky. Hoping they land close to home. Ending conversations with a wish for dreams and rest. Feeling incomplete with anything less. Courage has never found its way, lighter than air. Social paradigms, conditions rare. If judgement under sheets comes easy you must find pleasure in destroying me. Measuring sleep by number of dreams. Remembering it is now quantity but quality of the thought that counts. Numbers don’t add up. The inevitable in between.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
Better half namesake, dreamscape dependency. Heir apparent pushed to take up the mettle of battle. War of worlds, millennial holocaust, sabers will rattle Walk away on own terms, better than cowering defeat. Bloodied hands and scraped knees. Nothing with loss is ever clean and neat. Cast a long shadow over a venerable spark. Ignite your path, burn free from the dark. Light up the sky from midnight to twilight, Bring about the close of day in such a way that night will blush with envy. Breathe and count time to calm the raging storm. Let loose the words required when tongues weren’t so twisted and tired. Live to die another day, strength of will pushed luck away. Long ago in a place called Bliss. I dreamed. I dreamed of all of this. What more could you ask of a life then a heart pumping blood, passing off air. A change in fate beyond compare, hour glass spiling out regret. Escape the closing net. Acquire the scent of fear in losing everything you hold dear. Purpose becomes clear. Hold to a high standard what it means to be a man. Compromise somewhere between concept and full blown rage. Bad advice backed down by age. Nothing wise, can’t surmise wisdom from tongues of a sage. Let life come to you, let love hear the words. Repent for misdeeds before good will be gone. Choose the fight to right a wrong.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
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