Submissions by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Four
The sky opened up
and returned fire
I watched, gasping at the beauty
The streaks of red light combined
With the lightning strikes
Watch as all the Gods
and their might
Are beautifully on display tonight.
In the clouds hovered
Four horses and their riders
As
The War raged on
Beneath the autumn sky
Fighting for life
While Death rode in white
Pale in comparison to the Devil
Famine was the curse of this Earth
Where the rich propser no longer
And the holy ones from birth
...Now waiting...
and returned fire
I watched, gasping at the beauty
The streaks of red light combined
With the lightning strikes
Watch as all the Gods
and their might
Are beautifully on display tonight.
In the clouds hovered
Four horses and their riders
As
The War raged on
Beneath the autumn sky
Fighting for life
While Death rode in white
Pale in comparison to the Devil
Famine was the curse of this Earth
Where the rich propser no longer
And the holy ones from birth
...Now waiting...
#apocalypse
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#apathy
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Marvel Masterpiece
Admire the perverse wordsmith
Created with the most beautiful hues
and held together by holy rods
Barely his artistically brilliant design fits
crafted generously by Da Vinci
At the request of the Gods
Now where on Earth shall my throne sit?
A walking parable of good and evil
simultaneously inhabiting a titan out of hibernation
Gazing at his own congregation
until the whispers ceased
parading death with every perfectly placed period
An abomination and marvel masterpiece.
Bullets between the brows
Opens up their...
Created with the most beautiful hues
and held together by holy rods
Barely his artistically brilliant design fits
crafted generously by Da Vinci
At the request of the Gods
Now where on Earth shall my throne sit?
A walking parable of good and evil
simultaneously inhabiting a titan out of hibernation
Gazing at his own congregation
until the whispers ceased
parading death with every perfectly placed period
An abomination and marvel masterpiece.
Bullets between the brows
Opens up their...
#mythology
#pagan
#philosophical
#morality
#sacrifice
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The Pale Horse Waltz In [Part one]
What have you done?" He whispered
As the candlelight kissed his face
'Nothing you wouldn't have done'
As she provoked the worst in him
"Then Hell must be filling up quickly"...
Forged beyond the gates of hell
Those eyes and that gaze cut through everything
Sins covered his skin and scarred hers after life became their fight
He was her favorite devil in disguise
And she was his favorite Angel caressed by the night.
Voodoo lips and words that incited violence, the switchblade knife
hid beneath her eyelids,
she...
As the candlelight kissed his face
'Nothing you wouldn't have done'
As she provoked the worst in him
"Then Hell must be filling up quickly"...
Forged beyond the gates of hell
Those eyes and that gaze cut through everything
Sins covered his skin and scarred hers after life became their fight
He was her favorite devil in disguise
And she was his favorite Angel caressed by the night.
Voodoo lips and words that incited violence, the switchblade knife
hid beneath her eyelids,
she...
#dark
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The Sinful King
I use to feel death would set me free
But there's nothing about death that's free
Even in hell they capitalize on it,
Charon the uber driver has a fee
Luckily for me I always have my two cents...
I'm alone in this hell I'm in
Trapped
beneath the heavy words
And your flat emotion again
Stolen,
your Grace is from the Angels it seems
And I the
Fiend,
As always I with the charisma of a king
A God may have his enemies
but even so
He cannot find the strength
to help you out...
But somberly I sit...
But there's nothing about death that's free
Even in hell they capitalize on it,
Charon the uber driver has a fee
Luckily for me I always have my two cents...
I'm alone in this hell I'm in
Trapped
beneath the heavy words
And your flat emotion again
Stolen,
your Grace is from the Angels it seems
And I the
Fiend,
As always I with the charisma of a king
A God may have his enemies
but even so
He cannot find the strength
to help you out...
But somberly I sit...
#WritersBlock
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Concierge of Bitter Lust
I saw the world as a knot that's begun to fray, while clumsy little hands pick and pry the strands away.
Performing poetry with the tip our tongues, some preoccupied with vices others with their embraces.
mouth to mouth
love is resuscitated
Even after all this time I thought I could recognize you,
°Someday my dry humor will catch with everything I spout off and I'll burn from the inside out, someday I'll live for a purpose other than trying to find every fucking way to get out•
I feel madness is like an attempted escape where every...
Performing poetry with the tip our tongues, some preoccupied with vices others with their embraces.
mouth to mouth
love is resuscitated
Even after all this time I thought I could recognize you,
°Someday my dry humor will catch with everything I spout off and I'll burn from the inside out, someday I'll live for a purpose other than trying to find every fucking way to get out•
I feel madness is like an attempted escape where every...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#heartbroken
#apathy
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The Hands that Mend
As history repeats itself
Man must remember the patterns
A cunning denial that truth masquerades
Where Gods in suits propser
There's realities that rub shoulders with ours
A different world with a better writer
Heroes with villainous powers
Enemies in mirrors wear your face gleefully
While you pretend to disappear into the scenery
We find similarities in fictional characters
Where we find none in real random encounters
At least none that we ever will feel proud of
Drifting to sleep to imagination gone wild ...
Man must remember the patterns
A cunning denial that truth masquerades
Where Gods in suits propser
There's realities that rub shoulders with ours
A different world with a better writer
Heroes with villainous powers
Enemies in mirrors wear your face gleefully
While you pretend to disappear into the scenery
We find similarities in fictional characters
Where we find none in real random encounters
At least none that we ever will feel proud of
Drifting to sleep to imagination gone wild ...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion
#apathy
#boredom
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The World Began Twisting
What beauty we onced had, has become a twisted display of what faithlessness can perpetually do.
The faith in humanity, the good company of a beautiful mind has become scarce, I often roam around the confines of society hoping to find a candle flaring, but the dim flickers as appealing as they can be, often, barely keep what dark times we've enveloped, away.
How easily we make ourselves up with trends, groups and titles, but what we find in companionship within our own closed perception. Being a part of something with others doesn't always mean you're not alone. Radicalization...
The faith in humanity, the good company of a beautiful mind has become scarce, I often roam around the confines of society hoping to find a candle flaring, but the dim flickers as appealing as they can be, often, barely keep what dark times we've enveloped, away.
How easily we make ourselves up with trends, groups and titles, but what we find in companionship within our own closed perception. Being a part of something with others doesn't always mean you're not alone. Radicalization...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Shadows Cast Upon The Dead Tree pt 1
We both didn't care
That the house was haunted
Old Memories scare
The Daylights out of me
More than any
Supernatural being
But your silhouette
I find is still stalking me
Behind that willow tree...
Coiled around the branches
That snake still hissing threats
Contorting your words into a weapon
But I don't trust the venom he spits
I still find beauty in the darkness
Where our dreams use to sit
The Shadows casting a play on the stem
I hesitate to watch until the end
Leave feeling sorry for...
That the house was haunted
Old Memories scare
The Daylights out of me
More than any
Supernatural being
But your silhouette
I find is still stalking me
Behind that willow tree...
Coiled around the branches
That snake still hissing threats
Contorting your words into a weapon
But I don't trust the venom he spits
I still find beauty in the darkness
Where our dreams use to sit
The Shadows casting a play on the stem
I hesitate to watch until the end
Leave feeling sorry for...
#regret
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
#apathy
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Ekman
Time is not a river
But an ocean.
Where I saw
heartbroken lovers die
From the other's compulsions
Everyone's always so happy flowing in motion
As long as it's in the same direction and speed
Vast catastrophes behind the majestic sea
Where the audience is blowing hard
causing waves crashing along the victim's ship
Grasp the throat and hips
of a butterfly
Freedom is only beautiful
when your skin is by their side
everynight
Death is inevitable
Alone as well
Unless you kill...
But an ocean.
Where I saw
heartbroken lovers die
From the other's compulsions
Everyone's always so happy flowing in motion
As long as it's in the same direction and speed
Vast catastrophes behind the majestic sea
Where the audience is blowing hard
causing waves crashing along the victim's ship
Grasp the throat and hips
of a butterfly
Freedom is only beautiful
when your skin is by their side
everynight
Death is inevitable
Alone as well
Unless you kill...
#frustration
#greed
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Paradise lost
This love is broken and it's splintered
Torn between the cold shoulders
empty tables
and even colder dinners
A Household Winter in suspension
Is it us or the ice causing these bitter intentions
It's Paradise lost beneath the grip of opposite opinions
I swear only love like this could survive in fables
But Aesop couldn't write a more blurry ending if he was able
Fending off the scorpion riding on my back
But I've got no room for attack
She digs in and I collapse
...
Torn between the cold shoulders
empty tables
and even colder dinners
A Household Winter in suspension
Is it us or the ice causing these bitter intentions
It's Paradise lost beneath the grip of opposite opinions
I swear only love like this could survive in fables
But Aesop couldn't write a more blurry ending if he was able
Fending off the scorpion riding on my back
But I've got no room for attack
She digs in and I collapse
...
#anger
#heartbroken
#breakup
#disappointment
#apathy
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Coughing
Someday
I'll feel worth it
Set ablaze the walls
That hold me still
and parade my kill
Junkie by day
Genius by night
I see darkness
where you see light.
Pour my soul into the ink
And engorge myself in still thought
Take what feathers my angel left
Make a frail quill and expel my will
Eye see the galaxies
left unexplored
in your bitter words
and stuttered I's.
I a Taurus
lost among the madness
When Cupid's cursed arrow
unleashed eros
upon the masses...
I'll feel worth it
Set ablaze the walls
That hold me still
and parade my kill
Junkie by day
Genius by night
I see darkness
where you see light.
Pour my soul into the ink
And engorge myself in still thought
Take what feathers my angel left
Make a frail quill and expel my will
Eye see the galaxies
left unexplored
in your bitter words
and stuttered I's.
I a Taurus
lost among the madness
When Cupid's cursed arrow
unleashed eros
upon the masses...
#grief
#heartbroken
#greed
#disappointment
#emptiness
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Mock Sanctuary revised
I gazed upon the epidemic
decorating already charted trackless infested primate-fated territories,
and I called conspiracy
before the six's
and seven's ever told me,
The glorious fabled stories,
ever so faithful martyrs,
became a dime a doesn't,
cause even they couldn't barter
a good confession
from the old man's gory glory,
I never felt mystical,
mythological theory so fictitious,
cents-less and well fucking senseless,
while they become wealthy
in hearts of blind,
who should know better ...
decorating already charted trackless infested primate-fated territories,
and I called conspiracy
before the six's
and seven's ever told me,
The glorious fabled stories,
ever so faithful martyrs,
became a dime a doesn't,
cause even they couldn't barter
a good confession
from the old man's gory glory,
I never felt mystical,
mythological theory so fictitious,
cents-less and well fucking senseless,
while they become wealthy
in hearts of blind,
who should know better ...
#rejection
#dark
#frustration
#disappointment
#apathy
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