Little Slash
This house is quiet and so alone
I drift away a silent moan
A rare glimpse of adulthood sent me screaming,
looking, seeing, is
this me shave my head, still the same,
a tattoo, too much drink,
memory of once, sunny days,
warm and kind, no rain not like today.
-Young
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| La Muerte Crea
Beauty, I forged a setting that illuminated the moon for me,
Spoke, "I can extinguish, for you dear."
That resplendence forged those words that arose with life.
Though denial was forced upon, by you.
Beauty, I sprawled beneath a shimmer-adorned night,
And resplendently shone my particular way.
Beauty, I ceased abreast of you, and surrendered my dying light,
You in turn, engulfed me in pure bliss.
I searched for times to come, the banished ones, (from me)
I almost ceased when I entered, the benevolence found,
Had been painted gray.
I doused my sight, and praised it one last time.
I wanted this anguish; I thrive in this purgatory state.
Beauty, a morning in pallor, asphyxiated when they found me
As I remained discarnate, I heard voices speak, in elegy.
"This beauty, this filigree calamity, created a boy so fair,
The enmity was clear, when excoriated by you"
Alas, like a mislaid child, I am forced to perambulate,
Through pantomimic acts of divine beauty.
Beauty, cease your sight and we'll dance
As for one final time, your effigy is eradicated.
I will cry for you,
Though through my anathema, will be the sole one.
-Victor |