The Tenant

*Stagnant Pond* _________________ BE STILL, REMAIN STILL DO NO UNVEIL THE STAINED AND MARKED PORTRAIT OF YOUR SOUL A SWEATY COATED EXPRESSION WILL NOT HIDE ALL BLUNDERING MISJUDGEMENT NO PARDON FOR YOUR PAST CRIMES THE ARCHAIC SOURED PLIGHT SLUMBERS IN STAGNANT PONDS REFLECTING LOST TIME THIS UNEASY EMBRACE THIS RELUCTANT FORM THIS STUBBORN MULE THIS TARNISHED VIEW FRACTURED HOPES UNFOLDING WHEN LIGHT SHINES ON THE SHADED ONE WE ARE NOT FREED FROM THE DAMAGE DONE SNARLS ARE HEARD ATOP THE HEADS ANGRY HOLLOW EYES SEE RED MEMORIES PEER FROM BEHIND REDEEM FOR LIGHT THAT OVERSHINES TO BE THE PRIZE TOP BE THE BURDEN

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

What pace is taken On this humbling walk "Hurry forward" I imagine Stroll along with no second guess Are you quiet Without fear or apprehension Does it feel effortless? Does it feel free? Is it easy as they say? Icy waters call you home Does it feel easy? Does it feel free? Are you free? “silent, into a larger silence where we could not follow” * What pace is taken On this humbling walk Are you quiet Without fear or apprehension Does it feel effortless? Does it feel free? Is it easy as they say? Icy waters call you home Leap of faith? Slip from grace? Are you free? *(quote from Crossing Brooklyn Bridge – Cynthia Hogue)

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

* IN STABLE* _______________ NO WILL FOR A WAY OUT FROM A PAST OF BLURRY VISIONS TO THE PRESENT OF DELUSIONS NO NEED FOR A WAY BACK TO THE BASELINE TO THE SAFE HAVEN DUMBED DOWN TO LIVE IN ONE DIMENSION SWIRLED, DISTORTED CLUTTERED MIND STOPPED THE MOOD FROM SWINGING SUFFICATED IN BAGS OF COMPULSION IDLER OF DAYDREAMS PICKED AND SPLIT APART A SORE SIGHT TO BE IGNORED A DYING BREED RIGHTLY EXCUSED TO END IN NOTHINGNESS NO WAY FOR A WAY BACK TO THE BASELINE TO THE SAFE HAVEN TO END THE NOTHINGNESS

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

*THE UNDECASTE* ________________ ANOTHER DAY BUILT FROM DECAY A FAMINED SLUMBER GONE IS THE SUMMER FRONED UPON ARE THE WEAK AND THE WORN FOR THEY REEK OF SICK AND SORROW THEY OUTRUN THE SPECTRE OF HARDSHIP INTO SCARRED OPEN ARMS THROWN BACK TO THE MIRE EACH BACKWARD STEP IS THEIRS TO OWN (OWN) EVERY HEARTACHE IN A MISSHAPEN BEING(BEING) EACH HUNGRY MOUTH AN OPEN WELL(WELLNESS) RUNNING DRY, THERES NEVER ENOUGH TO GO AROUND(AROUND) THEY ARE HUMAN HEARDS OF PATIENCE THEY SLOUCH AND SHIFT THEIR WEIGHT THEY REMAIN IN THE CRACKS THEY REMAIN IN THE FRAY FROWNED UP ARE THE WEAK AND WORN FOR THEY REEK OF SICK AND SORROW FROM THE CREEPING DAWN TO THE DYING DUSK THEY DANCE A CALOUS STEP FORAGE FOR DIAMONDS AMONG THE TURF LIVE FOR WHAT IS LEFT TRAILS OF SMOKE YELLOW EYES LIVE FOR WHAT IS LEFT TRAILS OF SMOKE YELLOW EYES THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH OF ANYTHING TO GO AROUND

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

TAKE ME TO THE CUT AND DRY COLD... A FROZEN PLACE MAKES ME HIDE ANY EXPRESSION MAKES ME HIDE IN THE FAKE CLEAN WHITE VOID TEACH ME TO MASK THE SPIRIT THAT ROSE TO TAKE ITS PLACE THAT FARCE OF HUMAN BONDS OF DIGNITY AND RESPECT CLEAN WHITE VOID WORDS ARE WORTHLESS LEFT IN SILENCE CONFUSION AND BLAME LET ME BE THE CLEAN WHITE VOID THE SLATE...THE UNWRITTEN FROM THIS DAY FORWARD I OFFER NONE CLEAN WHITE VOID THOUGHTS ARE VOICELESS KEPT TIGHTLY SPUN MINDS MISREAD, ALL SONGS UNHEARD

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Vomits the absence incessantly Blind eye of the beholder Only sees what it believes Perched upon the fence of truth and error A battle cry of human tools Perched upon the fence of truth and error A battle cry of human tools Truth has not yet set us free right and wrong raise their flags as diverse as every man in seperate caves and clouds Broad cast fabrication accusations The power of suggestion Fooled over persausion Wash their minds Their senses Perched upon the fence of truth and error a battle cry of human tools Perched upon the fence of truth and error a battle cry of human tools Truth has not yet set us free right and wrong raise their flags as diverse as every man in seperate caves and clouds Who is good or evil? Who is made inhuman? Who is the fool? Who is fit to rule?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Your narrow rented tombs Withink your walls of want The frame in which you haunt Inside your restless storm Your paint is cracked and worn Four walls bubbled and pocked Marked with shame, a bolted lock A facade hides your worn out pride A shoddy view of others just like you A window rattles you with what you hide Sickness spreads through Your breeding grounds of dust For all within your rooms Your narrow rented tombs Within your walls of want The frame in which you haunt Inside your restless storm The paint is cracked and worn Four walls bubbled and pocked Marked with shame, a bolted lock A facade hides your worn out pride A shoddy view of others just like you A window rattles you with what you hide

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025