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Thursday, June 15, 2017

Red Mist



Pseudonym
Names made up
On this side of the water
Memories come back in flashes
The smell of sweat and death
Red mist and flying meat
Days of waiting in the heat
Freezing in the silence
Waiting for hell to visit
Staring at the moon
Normalized back at home
Desensitized to reality
Waiting in silence for hell
Feeling the eyes following
The shadows talking
Concrete walking
Drowning in the very air
That gives life
Claustrophobia
In wide open spaces
Walls closing in
Missing the good times
Masquerading as something else
Wasn’t happy then
Only remembering it was
Waiting in silence
With a painted on smile
For hell to return
With its rage

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Ballistic Fireworks



Terrorists play in the suburbs
Luring the cat to the trap
Another ballistic missile fires into the sky
Like fireworks on the 4th of July
Kids hide in their mother corpses
Protecting even after death
Men playing the terrorist version of a video game
A lone hero fighting back
With tables and empty bottles
The police run and hide
No restarts in this game of stupidity
Suicide by special operators
Neutralized in 8 minutes
Lead rain
Everyone loses
Strike eagles and Mig-31s flying
On a collision course with history
Nuclear winter will freeze global warming
Flowers will grow
Tomb stones will glow
People will crawl out of the rumble
Everyone loses
No civilians in this battle
Raging on the unaware
In the pouring rain
Paying tribute to the victims
And taxes still need to be paid

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

smells like lavender



Deceit said with a smile
Smelling like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay


Deceit said with a smile
Smells like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay

Living between clichés
Irrelevant in your world
Just another cheap thrill
Deceitful worlds
said with a smile
The ugliness seeps out
Smelling like lavender
The smell of home
Broken by one
It makes you feel justified
An empty soul
Leaving shattered memories
Destinies failure
You taste like decay
Losing faith and any trust
Fun for a single heart
An irrelevant distraction
Between then and now
The best thing about yesterday
Is the sun rise tomorrow
Impossible happiness
Till you let go

Deceit said with a smile
Smells like lavender
Feeling like home
You can taste the decay

Monday, May 29, 2017

Living in clichés



Letting go
It is time
Hopeless disappointments
Trusting is a fragile thing
Living in clichés
Life happens for a reason
It was meant to be
There is plan
Scattered in randomness
Drifting in the wind
Grasping for breath
Underwater
That place
Where the sun
Can’t touch
Memories glorified
Reality is an endless battle
Lies you told yourself
The ones you believed
Letting go
It is time
Floating in its dark embrace
Where the sun can’t reach
Even here hope is subtle
Another empty cliché
What doesn’t kill you
The plan shattered
Broken glass
Cutting with a burning intensity
Grasping for air
The lies
You told yourself
The ones
You believed
Its time