Submissions by Thethree3 (Shane Hawks)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The mind machine
These clandestine fault lines
That riddle the surface of reality.
Myopic precipices like the parting of lips
Baring the teeth within.
Parting just wide enough to permit the escape of a dream,
Of a scream echoing a long forsaken soul.
Through these lapses into madness, I glimpse the truth
Seething beneath this macabre illusion.
The gears that mesh within, motivated by renegade nostalgia.
Lubricated with the blood of eons,
Slithering a crimson path through the ashes of a distant life.
All the previous false faces crush between the cogs,...
That riddle the surface of reality.
Myopic precipices like the parting of lips
Baring the teeth within.
Parting just wide enough to permit the escape of a dream,
Of a scream echoing a long forsaken soul.
Through these lapses into madness, I glimpse the truth
Seething beneath this macabre illusion.
The gears that mesh within, motivated by renegade nostalgia.
Lubricated with the blood of eons,
Slithering a crimson path through the ashes of a distant life.
All the previous false faces crush between the cogs,...
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Self-construction
Great Odin's Valkyrie,
She watches over me,
Waiting to decide if I am worthy.
With tunnel vision ferocity,
I, cycloptic kamikaze,
Destroy with absolute felicity.
As desires are satisfied,
Visions solidify,
Though No one will remain to testify.
Rebirth is on the wind,
Through pain and boundless sin.
And this world will burn outside, As it burns within.
Gnarled and knotted,
My mind may be rotten,
But the need to obey cannot be forgotten.
To defy the crusade,
To deny them a slave,
To war as a heretic renegade.
Ambrosia...
She watches over me,
Waiting to decide if I am worthy.
With tunnel vision ferocity,
I, cycloptic kamikaze,
Destroy with absolute felicity.
As desires are satisfied,
Visions solidify,
Though No one will remain to testify.
Rebirth is on the wind,
Through pain and boundless sin.
And this world will burn outside, As it burns within.
Gnarled and knotted,
My mind may be rotten,
But the need to obey cannot be forgotten.
To defy the crusade,
To deny them a slave,
To war as a heretic renegade.
Ambrosia...
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Humanicide
There is a ringing in the air,
A revelation reverberating throughout the atmosphere.
I can taste the ozone,
Permeated with unease,
Redolent of iron.
A steady undulating tide,
That waxes and wanes.
This omnipotent pressure,
The indifferent Leviathan,
We sing in harmony,
A song of discord.
Our frequencies the same,
Shaking earth asunder,
To agitate and eviscerate the microbial bacterium.
To relieve the host of the parasitic infection.
A unison in order to ensure disorder.
Chaos coalescing to cultivate the cremation of...
A revelation reverberating throughout the atmosphere.
I can taste the ozone,
Permeated with unease,
Redolent of iron.
A steady undulating tide,
That waxes and wanes.
This omnipotent pressure,
The indifferent Leviathan,
We sing in harmony,
A song of discord.
Our frequencies the same,
Shaking earth asunder,
To agitate and eviscerate the microbial bacterium.
To relieve the host of the parasitic infection.
A unison in order to ensure disorder.
Chaos coalescing to cultivate the cremation of...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Thethree3 (Shane Hawks)