Popular Poems About Conflict

The little things of life,
are the Mosaic of Eternity.
Crookedly laid, obliquely marked.
Random puzzles are roughly fitted.
Eternal truths look like dogmas.
It will endure and sweeten, or else.
There is a time for every moment.
Everything that is not given will become desires.
Puzzles will be put together with gravestones.
The little things of life hold the pieces together.
Someone with a rose, someone with a club.
Crookedness is straightened, truth is crooked,
and in Eternity they will draw closer -
to each other by signs of...

A mutual showed
me your picture
without consent

I couldn't help
seeing the rage

hidden inside
scorched desert
running down
half of your
red hair,

instanty taken
back to the day
when it poured
down with rain

hitting each leaf
before it finally
touched the soil

where we didn't
fight like men
nor women

or even like
human beings

we fight like gods,

your asteroid
mouth sending
triads into my ...

A hot-plated branding iron prodded his chest,
I repulsively marked him with the beast.
Rope keeps sawing his wrists and ankles,
I cackled as I let the rats out to feast.

Razor sharp teeth pricked his raw flesh
as I dashed salt upon his wounds.
His legs flung in the air, he let out a scream,
but I have him trapped in this iron womb.

I start to reach for my black sewing scissors
and began to cut the garment from his groin.
He flinched as he saw me inch toward his skin,
I plucked his manhood into fresh tenderloin.
...

How can your heart be In contempt of court of the sentimental sort . For the audacity of giving it honesty without conditions . Only to be returned marked not required Please adhere to the bail conditions . Do not contact curfew electronic tag . As you wonder what happened to that love you once had while trying to abide by the rules of the broken kind .