Submissions by DeaDHerO
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Live free or live free: That is all, Death and Conformity are not options
Reach For The Sky (and die motherf**ker die)
Here I am, masturbating under a lonely moonlit sky and I'm high.
All this evil is going down and it's going down right now...
Reach for the sky motherfucker, my piece pointed in your face now die motherfucker...
DIE.
I want you to hold my hand, and tell me you are mine.
I only want you...
I only want you DEAD.
I'm calling out from my grave, won't you dig me up and give me life?
I'm screaming inside, begging the dark to end this bright bullshit light.
I'll be buried before the end of this mess I confess but there I will lay...
With a...
All this evil is going down and it's going down right now...
Reach for the sky motherfucker, my piece pointed in your face now die motherfucker...
DIE.
I want you to hold my hand, and tell me you are mine.
I only want you...
I only want you DEAD.
I'm calling out from my grave, won't you dig me up and give me life?
I'm screaming inside, begging the dark to end this bright bullshit light.
I'll be buried before the end of this mess I confess but there I will lay...
With a...
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Frosted Flowers In The Morning Hours
Standing at the end of the long road with no company except for the mist of my uneven breath,
staring down a tunnel with only darkness at both ends as a scream tries to escape,
a moan tries to break out, a whimper fails to become audible.
the deafening roar of silence echoes across the pale, empty environment.
Triumphant.
Victorious.
Dedicated...
Sadly: barely visible at all...
floating on a sinking feeling,
drowning in shallow ideals.
Strolling haphazardly by- and around the frosted flowers in the morning hours.
strangely...
staring down a tunnel with only darkness at both ends as a scream tries to escape,
a moan tries to break out, a whimper fails to become audible.
the deafening roar of silence echoes across the pale, empty environment.
Triumphant.
Victorious.
Dedicated...
Sadly: barely visible at all...
floating on a sinking feeling,
drowning in shallow ideals.
Strolling haphazardly by- and around the frosted flowers in the morning hours.
strangely...
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