YeeshI've finally cracked through the writer's block and posted (and even updated) a new poem, hoping this is the first of many.
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Purified for the ForgeUnshaped I sat, a dull and stupid lump, Empty of potential, just a sad and wretched stump.Purified for the Forge
I was stupid, incomplete, Full of flaws and rampant error, To face the truth was indeed a fright, To face my heart meant only terror.
So I sat, just a dull and stupid lump, Empty of potential, just a sad and wretched stump.
Then came the culling,
And from my heart was cut All false pride and dead excess, All the self-indulgent glut.
Mother’s dead, Father’s dying, Brother’s fled, my heart is crying.
I watched my mother die,
Not i
by ~kyteyote
Declaration DayI will not sit still, I will not stay quiet, for it behooves the brave to be defiant. You sicken me, mullahs of Shariah schools, taking murder and death as your chosen tools.Declaration Day
You set your feet firmly against liberty and light, cloaking the world entire in your bloody, fascist night.
A man declares his allegiance to the God of his heart, a God from whom you choose to stand apart. His choice does you no harm, and yet your hateful bellows call for him to walk the mile, and swing from your grisly gallows.
Intimidation is your craft, fear and hate your ugly ways, &nbs
by ~kyteyote
MercilessThere is a wraith which prowls inside my mind tearing down all thought of security.Merciless
A blight on my spirit, it robs my joy and drives me into weak timidity.
My mind is a prison secure deprived of all my joyful thoughts giving way to bleak and mad cacophany.
Relent, I beg of my heartless warden, and give to me a moment of respite.
Surely a moment is all I will need, and in a moment shall surely delight.
But no moment for me will come no mercifully sweet release for me, the prisoner trapped within the night.
On the edge o
by ~kyteyote
Indictment...Curse your hearts, you people woeful, insubstantial, Stiff necked, ignorant of your divine potential; In your pride you sit, with a loud and boasting jest, That if you rise at all, you may say you've done your best.Indictment...
I hate your meagre, vaporous minds; useless, empty things! Were they burnt before me, my heart for joy would sing.
At words you scoff, and obtuseness clouds you like a veil, And to chance a Philistine blather, your tongue has never failed; Mind of lead and soul of dross, no thought e'er pas't your mind That was of any original or innovative kind.
Boun
by ~kyteyote
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You Look DownYou Look DownYou Look Down
You look down from ivory towers Upon those that do no know Spending all your waking hours Basking in your ego’s glow
But I am watching you From the crowd is where I find That I know what is true And I know of your kind
The aura of your arrogance Exuded in this place Is there to hide your ignorance To what you do not face
That you were once like those below But to your past you turn blind eyed From childish things you did outgrow And from youthful tears you cried
So stay up in your polished
by ~Scott-Redburn
Anti-Flamerby ~jenkesh1
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