One never sought to listen,
Toys broken into little pieces,
Dreams tossed into a pit of fire,
Underestimated by the sovereign power.
Sands reflecting deepest desires,
Shattering what was once ours,
Under the rain of chaotic showers,
We sought to govern power.
The violins creak and echo,
The somber voices plead together,
Halls of joyous memories,
Ripped to shreds by a shadow.
Bursting explosions across his eyes,
His head can't be identified.
But curers seem to give him names,
Tags defining who he is.
Fingers shake in front of his eyes,
Crooked teeth frown and spread more lies.
Man, he's just so mortified—
Laughter filling up his insides.
Running with his dead sleeping legs,
After restless nights, terrified.
He screams,
"NO, I'M NOT COMPLYING,
'S LONG AS YOU SCREAM MORE LIES."
Mouth filled up with so much moss,
He seems to become what he dared not.
Strikes across doubters' eyes,
Soon they're not speaking anymore lies.
Red,
Red,
He cannot see, no more,
More colors,
but of their own.
In his hands perched what?
Is his bloodied tag with the words
"Monster"
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
