A poem for you

A corpse everyone has in their closet.
I know cause I have seen them.
Bloody, gory, ripped to shreds?
It doesn't matter, everyone has one.
Fallen comrades they once were.
Or family you long hated.
The blood drips from your hands.
Sin, sin, sin, your covered in it.
The sound of the dead.
The smell of the dead.
You can't handle it?
So be it.

A corpse you will be.
By my skinless hand.
It's red muscle groping at your face.
It's white bones tearing though your eyes.
Blood....blood.
Lots of blood from you.
Tasty blood, pouring from your face.
A stab to the gut, a slash to the chest.
The organs pouring out, the organs squashing.
The floor covered now, a corpse now.
Into the closet, blood dripping.
No one knows the corpse in my closet.
Is you.

Is this Jane talking xD

omg dude every time i talk to you again your writing has improved even more and it's amazing kaldkalksdasd

i really love the poem, specifically the first four lines of the second stanza because the imagery ahhhh it's so good kajdkjadkas take a creative writing class and write all the poems mang

Death waits for you, it waits for me
No one can outrun it, no one can bargain it
Death stands waiting, watching, ready to kill
By means of noose, chair, blade or poison
You will be next

Blood splatters, gore spread.
Water tainted crimson with your insides
A laughing skull on a rock
Picked clean by birds
The waves crash, the blood splash
Muscle torn, bone crush. Organs spill.

Death comes slow or quick
Pain or not, you will die.
Death will come for you.
Because you are.
Next.

Apocalypse comes
Collision, fire, or drought
The end of the world

Death comes for us all
Quick, Torturous, or Painless
Who will be the next?

Is it love or lust?
When a boy looks at a girl?
Unpredictable

Is murder funny?
The smile, the bloodstained weapon
The red splashing blood.

Holy crap zach there's so much blood and hate in these poems wrITE ABOUT SUNSHINE AND HAPPINESS WON'T YOU PLS,,,, -lays down-

at any rate i really like them and i'm glad you've found your niche
uwu

Lol the next ones will be. For you

Only time will tell

Light shines brightly down upon thee
Sleeping under the gentle branches of a tree
The wind rustles the hair of the sleeping girl
Lying next to you in peace
Is she a friend? Or more?
Only time will tell

With the charm of Aphrodite,
The smell of Solomon's cedar,
You cannot take your eyes off of her.
You want to kiss her, but you can't
Only time will tell
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Curiosity killed the cat
Cats, so curious
Yet curiosity kills
Cats better watch out
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The finch

A Finch on the window
Watching me closely as I draw
A finch appears on my paper,
Pecking at my art it's,
Unique critique it has.

It's eyes are golden, it's feathers smooth.
The wings folded as it stares, offering it's intelligence.
I take it's thoughts to heart,
And it flies away.

The finch is away now as I draw,
It's chirp running through my mind.
I hope one day this finch will return,
But I will never know till the day comes.

It's been a month!
The lovely finch has returned now
I watch it daily, listening to it's advice.
I know it will leave soon, but it will come again.

It always does.

~Dedicated to Finch. Thank you for all your advice, all your skills. Thanks for showing me how to post long, and how to be more creative then I was. Your a great friend and mentor, I'll always respect you.

Ahhh you're a cutie and I'm super flattered by that poem. uwu I swear you better get into a creative writing class because you're gonna pass with flying colors and it's gonna be a lot of fun and poetry is great for blowing off steam. it can even be a stream of conscious, in which case the poetry is raw emotion and that in and of itself is beautiful imo. *w*

aLSO YAY SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS AND HAPPINESS :D

Why thank you finchy
And I thank everyone else
Now I need ideas

Write about your favorite place in the world!

Hmm that is an idea
Why am I doing haiku?
Am I Apollo?

Zachy yay im so proud of you :) great job with these poems. They're brilliant uwu

Thank you asimi
Do you have any ideas?
For my next poem?

California Girl

California girl, you know what you do
You tease, you play, you keep them on edge
I follow, in my own quest for you
The bright sun, the cool waves, all in your advantage

You seem to be brilliant, an offspring of beauty
One such as the lost Lenore, or the radiant Helen
The sea foam only enhanced the effects upon my mind of your greatness
It is as if the goddess of love has shined her powers upon you, as I would have believed her to do so

Tell me O' woman of amazement,
What do I have to do?
To be with a woman of your splendor
Or is it to great for a heart to pay?

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The greatest Sacrifice

A forgotten grave rests in the many of Arlington.
A fallen of the nation he protected.
No one knows him, no one sees him no more.
He rests silently six feet under, in his wooden bed.
He was only a nineteen, when he took the bullet.
Protecting his country in 1916, his friends at his sides.

The trenches were damp, the shells loud and explosive.
Mice and Rats ran numerously, biting the men and stealing the rations.
The barbed wire, the dead, the thought of the next.

O' how many men crossed that Plutonian shore in a single day?
The fields of France once dug up and stained with the fallen,
Now are green again, not a scar of earth to show the pain.
Thousands came, thousands died,
Did you really think it was the war to end wars?

You rest under the white cross, a reminder of your sacrifice.
Though your name is not known, nor your history I sit by your grave.
To thank you for your service, your duty repaid.
A duty I could never do myself, not in the age we are in.
An age where a sacrifice as valuable as yours is not to be compared with now.

You gave up a life, a family and a future to let yourself go.
You went overseas, France as I think.
France is pretty now, but seeing your grave...
Brings back the horror of 1916,
When you were only nineteen.

Thanks to you and your brothers, our world is still here,
Not in a shape to say good, but still here.
Thank you, for your sacrifice young man.
One I could never repay you for, in a thousand lifetimes.

Tell me, did they beat the drum slowly?
Did they play the death march as the lowered you into the earth?
I hope you died quick and painless,
For you have the greatest sacrifice.

~Dedicated to all the unknown graves in Arlington national Cemetery, and I thank them for their sacrifices.

To the maiden
Fair maiden, that from the fairest essence of Lenore,
Thy brilliance of all Helen, of Troy!
How many thought of radiance it does invoke in thee mind!
How many scenes of departed, leaves me in sorrow!
What thoughts endow to imagination!
How many visions of your beauty invoke upon my dreams!

Ye maiden, look upon my soul for gratitude.
The gratitude and awe I hold for you.
Skin so perfect and hair so vibrant, it is a vision of Aphrodite in mortal!
Your features etched upon my mind as a carver etched into wood.

A clever addiction you entice upon me, capturing my movements and thoughts to glimpse at you, in any way I may!
Thou radiance is outstanding, Ye charm is breathtaking.
A queen above women, a goddess in disguise as a being.
Why art thou here? I ask to thee.

My official first poetry collection will be out soon!