Amare

My love for you,
A subliminal wing.
Defensive and protective,
Of you whom I hold dearest.
Shielding you from the vile word,
And vulgar society.
My love for you,
A lethal talon.
Clawing at the slightest threat,
Keeping them at bay.
Tearing, ripping, shredding,
Any who dare approach.
For you whom I most love,
Can never be harmed.

Spark for Controversy

The paradoxical deficiency of religion:
Believing that declaring yourself unworthy makes you superior.

Violence Is The Answer

What a travesty, I find myself in,
A pickle even, if you wish to say.
It’s like running in a race I can’t win,
Though I am still a-running, all the same.
I know I am my own worst enemy,
So what is it that I keep fighting for?
What is there left in for me to believe,
If with myself do I wage my worst war?
Not self-sufficient, much less efficient,
There is only one thing for me to do.
Determined and undeterred, persistent,
There is but one message I leave to you.
And for my last stand, I shall wield this knife,
And by my own hand, I shall take my life.




DISCLAIMER: I am neither encouraging nor advocating suicide. It is simply an element of poetry that I chose to use for artistic and expressive purposes.

The Poisoned Heart

Our love's but a beautiful tragedy,
The bond between my poison and your heart.
Killing each other to strengthen each other,
For we are but parasites that have found a host in each other.
But we bleed with the same blood,
And we share one same heart,
Making our love a paradox of salvation and suicide.
Just as to me you are, I am to, you your death,
But, me, I hope you will never hate;
I, the one thing I cannot protect you from,
Because I made myself the shield,
that protects you from the menace of society.

"Vitality"

Sparks fly
Children cry
Laughter streaks
Across the sky

A flower blooms light
Upon the mother
Pollen fills the void
Joy in the nether

Vibrant rhythms
A lively pulse
Resonating
The sound of silence

To Fly With Angels

A small exquisite voice resonated from all around the white room, an echoing whisper the seemed to originate everywhere.
"What do you think, Eva?" Eve presented her immaculate drawing of a fully bloomed lily. She knew her twelve-inch porcelain replica approved.
Her and her treasured doll were exactly alike. Same pale white skin, long, flowing jet black hair, cute button nose, full cherry red lips that tore into a the most beautiful that seemed to be the origin of joy itself, revealing a perfect set of pearly white teeth. All the details were flawless, down to her whited out eyes.
She set her completed drawing back down on her desk and glancing at the clock, she got up, grabbed her doll, Eva, and set out to the cafeteria.

The Literary Artisan

My pen breaks
Onto the page.
Its obsidian liquid silk spilling out,
with the grace of ribbons and lace
dancing through idle winds.
Forming organic shapes,
it drops and rests,
sinking into permanent impression.
Mastery and cunning
give it vivid colour,
But the raw emotions
give it resplendent life.

Salve, Meus Amare.

When I'm with you, everything else becomes a blur,
just a background of hazy colours.
Nothing else matters,
but keeping you here with me,
safe, in my arms.
You've become my only reality.
<3

Rage

Rage, be with me.
Embracing the sick pleasure it brings me.
Rage, flow through me.
Fall for the cunning smile on my face.
Rage, consume me.
This is still me.
Something buried deep within me.
It's just a side of me never before unleashed.
Rage, be free.
Because who doesn't fantasize in the blood of their enemies?
Who doesn't love the euphoria it brings?
Spit out my heart,
Holding it in my hand,
Raising it up,
For everyone to see.
The wrath of an Angel. The mercy of a Demon.

A Child Named Fear

A child standing before a puddle of blood,
splashing and playing in it.

Dancing innocently under a scarlet rain,
she laughs in pure joy and delight.

And thus was born a sadist inside of her.
She would bring hell on earth.

Bathing in your pain,
your agony is her game,
playing until you've gone insane.

Mater Terra

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A man running frantically down the streets, as fast and as hard as he physically could; his heart threatened to give out from overexertion. Running blindly in the moonless night along unlit and abandoned streets, he fumbled into an alley and leaned against a closed dumpster, breathing heavily, eyes wide trying to see through the inky blackness that enveloped him. He was a large man, a coal miner.
A soft, echoing whisper came from every direction, "Why do you run?"
He turned to continue running, but in his blindness slammed straight into the wall and fell to the ground dazed and out of breath.
In pleading gasps he breathed out, "Why... Why are you after me? ... What do you want?! I'm nobody... please... I don't have any money!"
The echoing whisper softly teased his left ear, "I just want you to love me."
He flinched away from the voice.
"I don't even know who you are!" He lay motionless on the ground, waiting. A long silence followed and he stirred and got up. Whatever had been there seemed to have disappeared just as discreetly as it appeared. He struggled to maintain his balance, but recovered himself and trudged out onto the street where the lights had flickered back on, yet it was still dim. Confused, he simply began to walk back up the street to head home. He felt so insignificant and humiliated from the experience, he was embarrassed. He tried to figure out what just happened, going over it again and again in his head.
Something flew at him and straight through his shins, throwing him face first onto the pavement. It grabbed his right ankle and began dragging him through the street.
The same voice came, infuriated and shrieking, "ALL I HAVE EVER DONE IS LOVE YOU AND GIVE MYSELF ENTIRELY TO YOU AND YOUR ONLY RESPONSE IS TO IGNORE AND ABUSE ME! I JUST WANT YOU TO NOTICE ME!"
The man screamed helplessly reaching decibels that weren't humanly possible. Dragged to the end of the road, he was pulled around and dragged back the other way, up and down the street.
The voice sobbed and pleaded, "Love me, love me, love me," throughout the entire time.

Superior Life

More than alive
Glowing with energy
Veins flowing with liquid electricity
Unstoppable determination
Infinite joy
Universal love
Standing atop the world
More than just alive

Death's Allure

Vertigo in a noir abyss.
A flickering light that seemed amiss.
A hope for salvation that spawned from within.
The light bloomed simultaneously as if it were written.
An exhibition of colours and shades.
A warm joy spilled out to be displayed.
Overwhelming and constricting.
Overpowering and choking.
Joy turns to agony.
Euphoria in the happening.
You're bittersweet escape.

Mother Earth

Mother Earth.
Once sweet and innocent,
Now raw and filthy.
We've made a whore out of her.