There was always something weird about Professor Kingsley. It took me a year to discover that it was her smell something about it was not quite normal, in a way that if you thought about it, your mind would tell you that it fit all the rules of logic, but still, your body would tell you something was wrong.
It was sweet, almost to the extent of cloying, and it was slightly fruity, but it wasn't any fruit you could identify. I decided it must have been some kind of weird fruit blend mixed with the bad smells old people tend to wear, but I have never smelled anything like it.
Every student was afraid of her, and she seemed to have no
Rhyming Is Not Poetry
sometimes one is a fish
in a school
mouthing in unison
who's the greater fool?
most times one is a dancer
metric steps
we go in circles
go take that fourth left
one is always a catcher
a diamond
is truly forever
rhyming is poetry
It's Over Again
Listen to the wind
eroding, though they're ruins
the silent irony of the moment
conflicts with my possibilities
should i shore up my fragments?
how will i know they won't
destroy it all again?
it's the greatest of anxieties
that haunt me
Two giants, fallen
leave them where they land
the darkest of hearts has taught
home is not safe again
Every eye, every face
they have me in all Seasons
a coward
i can't reach
it will prick me
prick me
at home
Children of the Muse of Fire by sewerrat, literature
Literature
Children of the Muse of Fire
The Children of the Muse of Fire
Triggered by an outward influence
they rush in, akin
to bereaved children on a cold
school day
They meet and receive
at the hands of emotion
they change in plain view
mutating violently
They dive deeper, altered now in
invisible terrain
hidden even from those who
will act upon them
They cause an action
Consolation
This is what i get
i faced a gun
i'm only twenty-one
and his memory lives on
What would Socrates bring?
his friends, his eyes
his empire of lies
maybe i should abandon
They'll call him names
break all his bones
and that should condone
ten minutes, me and a gun
i could abuse him
make him barter
for sins of father
i could make him pay tenfold
Every day he'll remind me
blood relation
consolation
oh God, this is what i get
Haircut
i wanted something that brings out my eyes
do you know what i mean?
so much the eyes can hold
so much in a pupil, or a strand
each strand an adventure
each dilation an affair
i bite my lip, i feel the flush
so i can be vibrant in the night
do you think that will work?
i don't want to give everything away
people like to be detectives
i want to give them action and suspense
"just a little off the top, please"
Untitled
Pack your things, let's go
leave its excrement behind
let's make a break for it
you can't seem to run anymore
things can be simple again
your colours, once pearly
can be renewed
erase the you of the past
i know it's hard, tenth try
every step you'll see me there
my footprints will be yours
just stay with me here
don't lay down your head!
we can still make it
beware the dream
it's not over yet
tell me it's not over yet
Heaven On Their Minds
"It's hard to believe that love will prevail"
It's the epitome
Cain and Abel
you thought the Crusades
were a thing of the past
Promised Land;Wasteland
Hell;Heaven
Two brothers fighting
for Father's house
where Prodigal Sons
are welcomed
Holy Soil;Bloodied Soil
Place of Death;Place of Birth
When one army is led
by a possum
by a Wonderful Wizard
by Judas
Peace;Terror
Death.
"God loves His children
God loves His children
yeah"