Submissions by ArthurVaso
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Terms and conditions
They are everywhere
so you better beware
of line TC.6924 Prime
our terms can change at any time
last year, today or in 4.6578 hours
even if your taking a shower
we decide the time, the terms will always
change, like traffic lights on the main
now you may disagree
I argue with gun owners who love guns over kids
lets ban those bullet shooting devils
they respond, is in the constitution
that thing you can not change
our rights are like concrete
you are a shame
I reply with mockery
do you not know
that was...
so you better beware
of line TC.6924 Prime
our terms can change at any time
last year, today or in 4.6578 hours
even if your taking a shower
we decide the time, the terms will always
change, like traffic lights on the main
now you may disagree
I argue with gun owners who love guns over kids
lets ban those bullet shooting devils
they respond, is in the constitution
that thing you can not change
our rights are like concrete
you are a shame
I reply with mockery
do you not know
that was...
#misunderstood
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Thugs in Hot Soup
They are always the victims
one silent
many loud
imposing views
by smothering kinder voices
some cheat
some yell
some kiss the Zionist bell
some are just plain mean
Their minds are closed
narrow
brains where no blood flows
only Tom the Petty
who breaks bones not hearts
some cheat
some yell
some kiss the Zionist bell
some are just plain mean
They wear the doves white wings
while they eat all human flesh
Ask little red riding hood
she has felt the abuse that does...
one silent
many loud
imposing views
by smothering kinder voices
some cheat
some yell
some kiss the Zionist bell
some are just plain mean
Their minds are closed
narrow
brains where no blood flows
only Tom the Petty
who breaks bones not hearts
some cheat
some yell
some kiss the Zionist bell
some are just plain mean
They wear the doves white wings
while they eat all human flesh
Ask little red riding hood
she has felt the abuse that does...
#disappointment
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Akmed
You are in my arms
a baby, infant, little angel
your eyes now closed
mine were too
wrapped in soft white cloth
I hug you, surrounded by angry stares
Akmed
It pains me to confess
I thought I was a good man
defending what was right
never will I forget you
the little angel who set me free
the angry faces saw my tears
I turned to them and the sky
silent as can be
I ripped off my uniform
we all understood
On this day
I rejoined humanity
a baby, infant, little angel
your eyes now closed
mine were too
wrapped in soft white cloth
I hug you, surrounded by angry stares
Akmed
It pains me to confess
I thought I was a good man
defending what was right
never will I forget you
the little angel who set me free
the angry faces saw my tears
I turned to them and the sky
silent as can be
I ripped off my uniform
we all understood
On this day
I rejoined humanity
#love
#forgiveness
#inspirational #redemption
#inspirational #redemption
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ExPain
splashes me his smile
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes
vaguely
I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one
compressed
agony
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes
vaguely
I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one
compressed
agony
#suffering
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A bureaucrate crate
One is a functionary
Follows rules
Not understood
never looks under the hood
Oversees the masses
With uneducated glasses
Always right in his narrow minds eye
Only wrong if reality is unkind
Ferrero the Sicilian
Once encountered such a nut
In concrete went one bureaucratic butt
Sadly that is never enough
Head in the clouds
The rest in the mud
Why do they hide
As fanatical masks deride
Follows rules
Not understood
never looks under the hood
Oversees the masses
With uneducated glasses
Always right in his narrow minds eye
Only wrong if reality is unkind
Ferrero the Sicilian
Once encountered such a nut
In concrete went one bureaucratic butt
Sadly that is never enough
Head in the clouds
The rest in the mud
Why do they hide
As fanatical masks deride
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French Revolution
A Parody
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the...
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the...
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Me Seeks
Ode to Rick and Morty
Life
Meaning
Mortification
Rickety explanations
Pickles taking up space
And Time
Summer is dizzy
As not all the lines rhyme
Flasks of brilliance
As Rick buckles up
Spaceships
Flying right ups ones
Voyages of destiny
Old Volks of other times
Riding in old wagons
Listening to tales
Physics with a few ales
Wondrous tales
Of the other universes
Flying in the face of time
Rick and Morty
Neither has a dime
Life
Meaning
Mortification
Rickety explanations
Pickles taking up space
And Time
Summer is dizzy
As not all the lines rhyme
Flasks of brilliance
As Rick buckles up
Spaceships
Flying right ups ones
Voyages of destiny
Old Volks of other times
Riding in old wagons
Listening to tales
Physics with a few ales
Wondrous tales
Of the other universes
Flying in the face of time
Rick and Morty
Neither has a dime
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Stark Oldness
I was pissing poetry
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
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The Palace
Thieves in the night
Playing with copyright
Poisoned pens
Vultures in the den
In the Palace of hypocrites
Tea served at ten
If only the winds of the sea
And the rains of the sky
In a massive hurricane
Could sweep the Palace on by
Note: Inspired by a book of the same name.
Playing with copyright
Poisoned pens
Vultures in the den
In the Palace of hypocrites
Tea served at ten
If only the winds of the sea
And the rains of the sky
In a massive hurricane
Could sweep the Palace on by
Note: Inspired by a book of the same name.
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Where Whispers Begin
whisper the word
"forever" in my ears
and my arms will be yours
my hands shall caress your neck
as we embrace the heat of eternity
Kissing our fears away....
"forever" in my ears
and my arms will be yours
my hands shall caress your neck
as we embrace the heat of eternity
Kissing our fears away....
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Bleed For Me
Why?
Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
At the inside of me
No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
You see nothing ok?
I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind
...
Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
At the inside of me
No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
You see nothing ok?
I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind
...
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What May or May Not Have Been
Hands like the branches of a tree
Waving in the wind
Waving to the sound of the violin
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like swords through my heart
She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin
Inspired by the following song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICUb7y1QCXs
Waving in the wind
Waving to the sound of the violin
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like swords through my heart
She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin
Inspired by the following song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICUb7y1QCXs
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1 Comment
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