The ExecutionerAn ivory hooded soldierThe Executioner
He stands
Alone - a solitary figure
Exposed by the faceless mist
A crimson flush of color stains his hands
He stands
Encircled by corpses with masked faces
Victims of his destiny
Only one remains
His brazen fingertips grasp a grenade
The pin has been released
He falls
With mankind.
PhoenixPhoenixPhoenix
Rebirth is inherent in our own existence.
While silently gazing into phoenix ashes
We robe ourselves in flaming sashes
Dutifully we mirror its persistence.
Overflowing with progressive desire
We make rituals of self-immolation
And rise like smoke from the conflagration
Just as the phoenix seeks to spiral higher
ContemplationMy existence is an underdeveloped essay with two contradictory thesesContemplation
its being written by a blind scholar in a makeshift underworld
My words are clear
As I continue to deface my sanity with this unsharpened pencil
As I fold sheets of blank paper, and place them into thin envelopes
I mail them to myself, so that I might see my reflection
My glass eye wields contradictions like a battle axe
And cuts through the thin membrane of reality
As an angel misinterprets the inner workings of an embryonic sense of right and wrong
And it
Untitled Poem 1The immoralists the law-bending contortionists the half-gloved fists insect-eyed reformists the mistress of malcontentUntitled Poem 1
We- The discolored discharge of America's sickly uterus. The Stillborns of society. A miniscule stich in the decaying fabric of God's loin cloth
Do solemnly swear- to live and to die. Without purpose and without truth
I would advocate imprisonment for the passionate theologians But they've already provided themselves with that They must understand that they are simply a wart on
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you want to be dressed in poetry
but imagry doesn't fit.
you want resizing,
but darling dear
get a grip.
-cuteiswhatweaimfor
*ominous laughter*
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They really are pretty when they die
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Istanbul Animation Festival
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