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The wreak,

the havoc.

The crooked chains,

of the clumsy inheritor.

they rattle, they spur.

The corrupted curs

of the dictating blood splatter.

We bite, we shove.

In agony to reach the pain’s true love.

we hearken to death,

for justice is our final rest.

this was in response to a daily prompt.

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Stains

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Scars, stains.

Broken anvils,

tired gaze.

Sharpened swords colliding in angst.

Splatters of the damned.

Tattoos, scraped much deeper,

than the inked veins.

Memories of the tarnished,

blathered greed.

Clothed goodness, left untouched.

Closeted grace, shattered by the dusk.

Fires blazed, left ashen to the dust.

Martyred souls,

left living among the lost.

Twinkle

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PS. This daily prompt was made for this blog.

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Blissful summer nights,

under the calms of the aging moon,

lie poets filling words with lies

gazing further than the ignorant fool.

The east end sparkles,

lit up with the passion of delight.

The fire burns its brightest,

causing twinkles in the minor eyes.

Inspirations are ready to ignite,

when Twinkies talk to the morning twilight.

Fierce

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Fire burns the thousand suns,

never running, never undone.

Easterners come,

to seek the forge.

Barking freedom at the cause.

Lies lay flat, out to discover.

In the Fierce fire of discord.

OCD

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Empty streets

unladen sheets.

Raw and crisp

untainted by heat.

Youthful joy,

unwritten defeats.

Tremor-less fortunes

on a blank writhing cheek.

Our Storm

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Crumbling, thrashing

the wind goes blowing,

howling away our dreams.

Those screams,

those shrieks.

The awful ringing

of the finals reaps.

It approaches, our end.

The perfect storm

brewed of imperfect sand.

They predicted and we fought,

destiny in fever thought.

Pictures replacing the memory,

yearning freedom

from times final decree.

It approaches, comes near.

No light lending guide,

as the bottles fill up

with every tear.

Let go now, no more reproach.

Its either together now

or forever ashore.

We fought, we held,

against time’s gushing repress.

Let the waves of pure now flow.

Let the hurricanes through this blow.

The only way to let it pass,

is to truly let go.

“Like”

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*click*click* another moment captured of a faceless face-ful creature, dwelling in a fair human body admired for their outer skin.

*click*click* they go ticking, reinforcing the desire, giving statistical “like” value to a facade of an appearance. raising the esteem’d above, drowning the un-forgiven below.

How many people did you fool today, little monster? How many heats did you devour? How many eyes did you gouge? How many of them, in fear, did cower ?

Do they no longer see your lack of soul? They walk aimlessly towards you, like a goddess for their holy worship, only to kneel to the devil in disguise.

Is this all your ruse? Do you intend to devour them all ? how long until you break ? how long until another monster comes along? A more delightful creation, rendering you rancid?

Remember little creature, even the perfect storm, must come to an end.