What faith you have in this foetid world!
With its fat fingers wrapped gleefully around your neck.
The smile of demons caresses your soul.
As the knife of betrayal plunges into your back.
Still you smile, with your head so heavy.
You drag yourself up upon aching feet.
Vainly hoping you might still survive;
I'll be waiting until you accept your defeat...
The storyteller is lost in us
Don't ask me where he went
I see his traces in the words you write
But his power is truly spent
And all I see now is meaningless
Words made simply for the thrill
Belted out by a literary killer
Monster, looking for a fill
Zima, niebo płatkami śniegu prószy,
Stojąc na dworze, odczuwam pustkę w duszy.
Zimno szczypie i spowalnia krążenie,
Księżyc rzuca na ziemie swe ostatnie promienie.
Nie ma Ciebie przy mnie, odszedłeś po prostu,
Spogłądając w niebo, czekam w tym mroku.
Wokół coraz zimniej, cisza uderza w serce,
Padając na ziemie, proszę o przebaczenie.
Leżąc na ziemi, zimno spowalnia oddech,
Tuląc sie w sniegu puch, nie zapominam o Tobie.
Powoli zasypiam i zamykam oczy,
Przepraszam za wszystko, przepraszam ... odchodzę!
I hear you bring up the rookies; The grade-A talent!
They're whooping my ass like it's a beauty pageant.
Their words are so sharp, I feel it's armageddon.
But they have missed out on one crucial lesson...
You see I get dirty when I'm bringing the storm,
Like tell me if this rag smells of chloroform?
And while you're knocked out, I will be dropping an essay,
On what you need to learn, if you want to be 'mainstay'!
Or maybe you'll remain another one-trick pony;
With every verse sounding like a two-bit phony.
You won't impress me and it's no use hiding.
I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining!
So here comes Johnny! An axe for you
The love of an Archangel by stichesBodyBagTtags, literature
Literature
The love of an Archangel
Like the shooting star I saw the previous night
With a warm breeze blowing through my hair,
Especially the freeze of winter kisses
It was odd,
Cold, ice cold;
And I couldn't shiver
I didn't crave the warmth
The heat of the fire
With flames dancing in the fireplace
The warmth from the flurry of air was enough,
Heat filled me from the inside... out
Brushing against my skin
With the touch of a feather
A feather with the shimmer of gold
Many of them, thousands ?
strewn by hand to create perfect
Wings
So I leaned into the comfort,
Of safety and all worries faded...
I though it was impossible
Maybe just a dream
I felt myself driven in
My love is utter sickness,
I'll have you obsessed, until you're ruined inside.
And you will crawl and I will have you beg,
I swear I'll become the very voice in your head.
Oh you will suffer and you will sweat,
I will have you lusting for more than you get!
Losing it all, as lose your mind,
You're numb to this pain, so take this pleasure of mine;
Now open it up so you can give me more.
Close up your life and quickly lock up the door.
Or i'll have you spinning with my every touch,
And even when I use you it just won't be enough.
Your body desires and I'm letting it know,
You're already gone before I let you go.
My love is an utter sickness
This pain I feel inside,
It comes from no wounds.
This pain I feel I've died,
Don't leave me in this room...
I am surrounded by the walls-
And my cage grows tighter.
I pick up cigarettes and crawl,
As I search for my lighter.
Holding flames that I cup,
In these hands so bitter.
I take that first of puffs;
With a swill of liquor.
I have sunk to the bottom.
I'm dreaming of the moment I-
Will break the surface and see the sun.
But sadly I am done...
So let's go play with the gun!
Click-click, click-click
And load, just pull the trigger!
Click-click, click-click,
And load, let the gun smoke linger!
- Word of Chen, 13th May 2014