i’m not sure what you were trying to accomplish
by not looking in those dark corners
they weren’t going to go away
things like that can’t be ignored into oblivion
instead you chose to live a shallow, meaningless existence
never getting close to anyone
surrounded by many unsuspecting people
all of whom would build up your unhealthy ego
the people who most matter kept at arm’s length
to eventually walk away
T’was a crimson day streaked by the shadowy dusk
Yet it appeared dipped headlong into inkiness of treachery
Like the whole world had conspired
To bathe in the saltiness of revenge
A dark silhouette, dressed in layers of hiding
Concealed deep within, his predicament
He held a velvety red rose, Innocent and yet crafted
He twirled her around, smiled as she looked lost unto,
Bent to kiss the nape of her neck…
That which he revered true and long
And planted the rose in her fragrant bun
Her tresses came undone, while He kept twirling her around and round
As she laughed, a beautiful tilted resonance in the sky
He stabbed at her heart with the dagger,
The dagger which curled at the wrist
Like a shocked wind, her breath emptied itself
She lay wounded, in love, the last drops of life ebbing away
And He covered her with the discreet white shroud and walked away.
Remission
The sky looked like a lover’s palette,
Pinkly hues, engulfed in orange and blues
Moments, never more perfect for Love
A love that brought her back,
Unscathed from the realms of guilt and rues
The shiny mirror transformed into his gaze,
Perched lovingly, atop her face,
Dabbed into the scents and adorned her neck
Tied her hair into a bun, at his behest
She looked at herself, soaked in love
And wished that time would pass more speedily by,
To when they were together, tucked into an embrace
And then time could stand still, forever
A token of his affection, a satin white cape,
Wrapped around, the warmth engulfing her,
She hastened her pace,
Happiness unbounded, for she could now see,
There, holding a rose in his hand was He.
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Polopony is a neologism, a combination form, eschewer
of the hyphen, representing a goodly degree of gravitas,
and a certain tactical mobility, to quarter opponents in a
scenario of back-and-forth. Overall, it is the strategic
mindset of first-strike and response, big-helmeted egos
of national powers fighting existentially over the land.
They rely on their doctrine of polopony to defend their
turf and invade the enemy’s with armed force swung from
one side with main strength. It all begins when they parade
their polo ponies from their stalls for the contest soon to follow.
His
Ego
Means
More
To
Him
Than
His
Relationship
With
His
Children.
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