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there are some people in the world
that even the world can't recognize anymore
that label themselves with romantic sayings
that aren't romantic at all
just tragic and hopeless -
an infection that targets the heart
when it tries to conquer the mind
there's an imbalance in the soul
when it becomes so shrouded with demons
licking their teeth like hungry flames
that they can share it with the world
with the simplicity of pressing - 'click'
of a gun
or a key
it's an infection
that spreads through the hopeless and the lonely
a side of people that others can't recognize
when the rest is locked away
behind manufactured screens and facades
that tug strings around their will
listening closely is hard
above the screeches of those demons
as they spread through the shadows
and settle in a civil riot
that causes nothing but train wreck suicides
and yet
sometimes you can whispers of cowardice
and the remains of the hope
that was poured down drains
because those demons need more -
more targets, more victims, more more more
the world still rotates without them
and yet changes with them
and nobody ever knows why or how or when
but those demons forget
just because there's fear in other people
doesn't mean there isn't fear in them too.
that even the world can't recognize anymore
that label themselves with romantic sayings
that aren't romantic at all
just tragic and hopeless -
an infection that targets the heart
when it tries to conquer the mind
there's an imbalance in the soul
when it becomes so shrouded with demons
licking their teeth like hungry flames
that they can share it with the world
with the simplicity of pressing - 'click'
of a gun
or a key
it's an infection
that spreads through the hopeless and the lonely
a side of people that others can't recognize
when the rest is locked away
behind manufactured screens and facades
that tug strings around their will
listening closely is hard
above the screeches of those demons
as they spread through the shadows
and settle in a civil riot
that causes nothing but train wreck suicides
and yet
sometimes you can whispers of cowardice
and the remains of the hope
that was poured down drains
because those demons need more -
more targets, more victims, more more more
the world still rotates without them
and yet changes with them
and nobody ever knows why or how or when
but those demons forget
just because there's fear in other people
doesn't mean there isn't fear in them too.
Literature
Red Riding Hood's Cabaret
A dancing girl with fiery hair,
Twirling smoke around her finger
Dances in darkness for a sea of howling wolves
Unclothed, her emptiness is put on stage
To burn in the spotlight
As claws scratch at the floor
She plucks a hot cigarette from one of the fingers
Puts it to her lips and takes a warm sultry drag
"Look, but don't touch" she mutters,
Stepping just close enough for a claw to rip into her thigh
And she whispers into the snarling crowd
"What more do you want?"
as her hips and crimson lips rock smoothly and tempt softly
And while her legs move, her eyes dance and smile,
Unsolvable mazes of golden brown for irises.
A subtle wink giv
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please don't leave without them this time
Wait
don't you want
all these little
pieces of you?
I've been
keeping them safe
in my heart.
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what we're not supposed to talk about
I could make a story out of
this. The blackout epiphanies
blinding me like a total eclipse
of any sense of rationality I ever
stole out from my parents' blind spots
when they turned the other way. The
boy I fell half in love with and
my therapist's unassuming questions
about why he was different, the way I
was never beautiful to him but he
still looked me in my bokeh eyes,
betraying and quiet, so that was enough.
My vain addiction to anything
permanently damaging and
more or less glamorous. The dreams
I can’t swallow no matter what shade
of delusion they come in, about
the imminent death of stars named
after deader lovers, and place
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Inspired by various things, but I hope this speaks for itself
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This was epic. The way you played with words, concepts and ideas. There so many lines which I like. You made a very good work my friend. And the title is brilliant.