White death

Devoid of reasons to write
All in poet’s mind becomes white
An eye, without the black of the iris
It spreads and submits like a virus

The poet seeks measures to fight
Reads books during long, sleepless nights
But the pages, so pleasantly written
With a haunting whiteness are smitten

The poet observes a beautiful landscape
Looking hard for a route to escape
But finds none. For the land is all covered with snow
The chances of fleeing are low.

In worthless attempts to conquer a page
Her frustrated mind succumbs to rage
The shells of poet’s persona crack
Of space and time she loses all track
And she knows, there is no coming back
When the paper’s all black.
When the paper’s all black.

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Doki doki

An axe behind my back — don’t really hide it
It just feels silly carrying it in such plain sight —
I ring the doorbell, hi, I’m here to kill you
But don’t you dare give up without a fight!

Come in, come in, she smiles, been waiting
Her fingers slightly nervous as she closes the door
You’d like some coffee, tea, no thanks
I’m in some rush, so let’s get down to the floor

Right, right, she hesitates a bit,
Some of her memories seem to linger on
With a deep sigh she reaches for a bottle
A mighty gulp of liquor helps her carry on

Let us not tarry then; she lies down quickly
And spreads her limbs. Her eyes now close
Breasts rising gently, soon to fall down again
Readying my axe, I strike a pose…

But I can’t strike. I can’t.

It’s just some fiction…
Why does my heart feel such unearthly friction??
I set my pen aside. Bury my face in hands.
Some thoughts need not be written, but stay in foreign lands…

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Inspired by Dan Salvato.

 

Eternal Love

You were so nice to me
And made me tea
You smiled brightly
And I felt so free
You loved me
Ah! and I loved thee

And to preserve this fact
A touch of fine white powder
Escaped my fingers
And dissolved, much like some sugar
Into the Holy Grail
Which I then pressed against my lips
And kissed

And as the poison dire
Lit my all veins on fire
And by the colour of my eyes
You had begun to realise
I was about to die
The rumpled agony on your face
Pure disbelief and panic, dread
Brought me the deepest pleasure
In my latest moments

You loved me
Ah! and I loved thee
May our love last
Eternally

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Suzanne

A gentle moan escapes her lips
Her eyes fixated as she moves her hips
A penis stares right back at her
It makes her fingers reach for more
And deeper still, as he plunges his cock
Into a wet, warm pussy. In a shock
Her body wiggles, squirms and falls
The image of his cum-filled balls
Engulfs her brain. Suzanne is forced
To leave behind a murky stain

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Celebration

Warm and cold currents, clashing together
Resulting in bursts of thunderous weather
A large crowd of people looks up in elation
Men and women alike shout out in ovation
The time has arrived for the grand celebration

Ten lightning bolts strike deep into Earth
Ten ancient gods venerating her birth
Ten giant stars shining bright during day
Ten pious monks kneeling down to pray
Ten different tongues form a vivid bouquet

Arise! the grand forces of nature—and rant!
Hear the priests and accept their chant!
Fill our breasts with great joy and with mirth!
Ravish our minds, let us prove our worth
to our beautiful Mother, whom we, children, girth.

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A simple thought

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we feed people before
Having them work, instead of
Making them work for food?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we treat all people
Equal, no matter their standing
When it comes to basic needs?

What if we provide people shelter,
What if we arrange them a secure
Future, and stop people from not
Knowing where they’ll be tomorrow?

It’s just a simple thought, but
What if we don’t expect anything
From anyone, in order for them
To have the right to live?

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