Submissions by knifesalesmen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Inheriting an Airborne Deficiency

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Sinful Scholars.
Around the world stands eleven hungry men
They heed no warning, they're already dead.
In the cold, their thoughts alone to keep them company.
Quenching their thirst on yesterday's rain.
They teach each other ways to wait, ways to spend eternity.
If he is not here, then where?
If he is dead, then bury him there.
They heed no warning, they're already dead.
In the cold, their thoughts alone to keep them company.
Quenching their thirst on yesterday's rain.
They teach each other ways to wait, ways to spend eternity.
If he is not here, then where?
If he is dead, then bury him there.
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Marine Corpse.
Language of love,
singing songs of pain.
Mirrored figures reaching out
from their mirrored frames.
Seven years is an awful long time.
Liquid fears and salty sips from a nasty sea.
Wasted years of a lasting relationship.
I'd rather drown in the depths of an unnamed riverbed.
My ancestors didn't know that their feet weren't meant to drag.
Glorious pride blinds the brightest of eyes.
A hundred men could not look twice
And now I am the only one burdened.
Sharpness surpasses everything.
A hollow point against wrought iron
Neither can defeat...
singing songs of pain.
Mirrored figures reaching out
from their mirrored frames.
Seven years is an awful long time.
Liquid fears and salty sips from a nasty sea.
Wasted years of a lasting relationship.
I'd rather drown in the depths of an unnamed riverbed.
My ancestors didn't know that their feet weren't meant to drag.
Glorious pride blinds the brightest of eyes.
A hundred men could not look twice
And now I am the only one burdened.
Sharpness surpasses everything.
A hollow point against wrought iron
Neither can defeat...
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Russian Sleeping Pill.
If you're dead or dying,
Closure just ain't lasting,
Clench your fist, grit your teeth,
Hope to God you don't have to meet Him today.
Another scenario where the parasite becomes the host.
Don't leave me here, don't let me die.
Scars tell tales that I'd rather not hear.
Desperation proves progressive,
and wounds don't heal until the last time you look at them.
Scar tissue and overbearing teeth make no difference.
Tentatively look back on my past fears, they've reached
phobia level.
Stand down, stand down, stand down.
Closure just ain't lasting,
Clench your fist, grit your teeth,
Hope to God you don't have to meet Him today.
Another scenario where the parasite becomes the host.
Don't leave me here, don't let me die.
Scars tell tales that I'd rather not hear.
Desperation proves progressive,
and wounds don't heal until the last time you look at them.
Scar tissue and overbearing teeth make no difference.
Tentatively look back on my past fears, they've reached
phobia level.
Stand down, stand down, stand down.
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Democracyanide; Banks Make Bunkers.
Betrayed by our friends, betrayed by our name.
Merging in between the sake of our faith.
My eyes are on you, for the last of the good old days.
Laughter creates an illusion of unbearable truths.
Phenomenons create scenes of disarray.
This trophy room sits too close to ruin.
Hold your breath, hold my hand,
You and I refuse to give up our names.
Craters and black holes keep up with the worst of us.
Something I said when I had nothing to say.
My eyes cross like daggers, swords block out the words
I had when I had some sanity left.
Well, I'll see...
Merging in between the sake of our faith.
My eyes are on you, for the last of the good old days.
Laughter creates an illusion of unbearable truths.
Phenomenons create scenes of disarray.
This trophy room sits too close to ruin.
Hold your breath, hold my hand,
You and I refuse to give up our names.
Craters and black holes keep up with the worst of us.
Something I said when I had nothing to say.
My eyes cross like daggers, swords block out the words
I had when I had some sanity left.
Well, I'll see...
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Waging a War Against the Wind.
Watching it ruin, and poison the dam.
Lipstick draws an unwary breath.
The blood on my hands has dried up a bit
Innocent lives losing faith against the sweltering heat.
I've met you a thousand fucking times.
First come first serve.
I will never try to end my life again.
The hunger never ends, constantly ready to feed.
Catch a cold,
and draw yourself under hallucinogenic pathogens.
Flood the dam.
I've never wanted this so bad.
Close the gates.
I'm ready to drive you to the brink of mistakes.
My eyes have been closed for the longest time....
Lipstick draws an unwary breath.
The blood on my hands has dried up a bit
Innocent lives losing faith against the sweltering heat.
I've met you a thousand fucking times.
First come first serve.
I will never try to end my life again.
The hunger never ends, constantly ready to feed.
Catch a cold,
and draw yourself under hallucinogenic pathogens.
Flood the dam.
I've never wanted this so bad.
Close the gates.
I'm ready to drive you to the brink of mistakes.
My eyes have been closed for the longest time....
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Shelterror: Echoes of Yesterday.

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Sepulcheretic: In the Midst of a Gunfight.

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To Whoever Reads My Poems (If Anyone Even Does)

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Successpool; For the Infirm.
When the rare occurrence unfolds,
of the answers overlapping the answers we need,
What good becomes of us?
Our burdens trap us in binding spells,
Keeping us blinded to the art that is ourselves.
Well I don't know if I can stand this much longer.
The patience we had in those days of old
Has been muffled by the march of our impatient bones,
Bye bye to the light,
Save your breath for when we decimate the buildings we made.
Sharpening the beak, breaking and entering.
Casualties make no such sense of worry,
cowards will kill everyone in...
of the answers overlapping the answers we need,
What good becomes of us?
Our burdens trap us in binding spells,
Keeping us blinded to the art that is ourselves.
Well I don't know if I can stand this much longer.
The patience we had in those days of old
Has been muffled by the march of our impatient bones,
Bye bye to the light,
Save your breath for when we decimate the buildings we made.
Sharpening the beak, breaking and entering.
Casualties make no such sense of worry,
cowards will kill everyone in...
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Theoreticalsius; No Rhyme Or Reason.
Unconcerned about your dieting habits.
Lifejackets made of tissue paper,
and kissed for a little luck.
Wide-open ranges kept tidy for the filthy,
Holding onto a key to a lock you'll someday open.
Rest assured, you'll be forgiven.
Every hour is another stepping stone to your end.
Pray to God, you pray too much.
You hold onto a hand that you never once believed in.
Your foundation is a little unstable at best.
When will you learn that God does not revolve around you?
Plagues keep pestilence at bay,
claiming the pure of heart to suffice for the...
Lifejackets made of tissue paper,
and kissed for a little luck.
Wide-open ranges kept tidy for the filthy,
Holding onto a key to a lock you'll someday open.
Rest assured, you'll be forgiven.
Every hour is another stepping stone to your end.
Pray to God, you pray too much.
You hold onto a hand that you never once believed in.
Your foundation is a little unstable at best.
When will you learn that God does not revolve around you?
Plagues keep pestilence at bay,
claiming the pure of heart to suffice for the...
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Uncommonster; Building a Wall

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