These were poems that I dug up/written from high school, give or take 2 or 3 years before.
Criticisms are welcome. (even the negative ones.)
"Hour of DreadFall"
The World is a gear for the clock of fate,
Repent now for the end is now late,
Scramble and destroy, whatever you please,
For every human has an appetite to appease,
Beware the scumbags, the criminals, the corrupt,
They have no empathy in making others lives abrupt.
Such behavior, such tenacity, such foolishness!!!
We have our lies and our remorselessness
The god's have long cast aside our pleas and our calls,
where do the roads lie? only to the Hour of DreadFall!
free-writing:
"Imagine...Insanity."
Imagine that your parents were NOT as great as you thought you were
Imagine that they're actually idiots compared to almost any other family in the states
Imagine that even if they are proved wrong, they don't admit, and try to get back at you, verbally if it has to be
Imagine that they have such a constant, wacked out, yet subtle ego that they think that their own single house thinks that they make them a god
Imagine that they raised you wrong, and even if they didn't, they would somehow make you angry
Imagine that they willingly carry such massive misfortune that it has to be their children to carry it
Imagine that those parents marked you a monster of ANY sort without reason(scary or retarded, or even both) and yet you knew you were doing completely fine before.
Imagine that even after all they do, it somehow still enrages you that they never once apologized for their mistakes
Imagine that you were their child.
Imagine that you housed every drop of despair, and it was somehow your fault, even when it wasn't.
Imagine that all your actions, everything you do is somehow what they want, What they "told you to do."
Imagine that the world is created by them
Imagine that the minute you enter you own house, you still can feel the heavy tension, even when it's not there.
Imagine that everything around you felt so out of place, yet that's how it somehow meant to be.
Imagine that denial was your everyday "serving" in life, your only reason, your everything.
Imagine that all greed, grief and everything in between encircled your very being.
Imagine that you just want to end it all.....yet you cannot die.
What bullshit is there to be happy?
Fuck it all, Fuck it all in all holes
We all realize there is no miracles
no God to boss us around
no rules to hold us
We have all that we want
that we get, in birth, in life, and in peak
If we torment by means to obey
this is ain't no treachery, no violence
only something that's great
to dominate, to reap, to rape, and to destroy
This is what it means to be king
to enjoy all you get
and get more of it, and more.
