Inflictor of Death-
Creating death cutting life thread!
Categories:
inflictor, god,
Form: Blank verse
Injured deep,
Inflictor applies ointment,
Still marks' for long!
Categories:
inflictor, philosophy,
Form: Haiku
Poor Jane Doe lies on a slab
When they found her she looked drab
Worn-out clothes and no I.D.
No purse, no money, no front-door key
Surely someone wonders where she's at?
Even if it’s just her cat
Her red hair matted to her head
When found, the pavement was her bed
Her eyes were closed, though eggshell blue
Heel all worn down on one shoe
Caesarean scar and bladder full
Long hairline fracture in her skull
Injury caused by blunt force
Inflictor will feel no remorse
Spleen is split almost in half
Purple bruises on each calf
Dental records will soon show
The true identity of Jane Doe
Man gets phone call and starts to cry
“Please can you identify,
A lady that may be your wife”
His heart is breaking, she was his life.
The mortician pulled back the curtain
Before he saw her, he was certain
He held his breath, pulled back the sheet
His heart sank, it was Marguerite
He saw the label on her toe
It said two simple words ‘Jane Doe'
Categories:
inflictor, death, poetry, sad,
Form: Rhyme
‘Love’
The most famous word
Given to us by God.
The craziest thing
That raises all feelings
The most admired
And appreciated
The most beautiful
And the most colorful
The voice that tames the widest beast
The hidden treasure of all men
The balm that sooths all pains
The best detergent for stains
Yet the worse inflictor of pain
It brings about joy and gladness
But when it fades it turns all to darkness.
It may leave one heartbroken
But at last it mends your broken pieces.
Categories:
inflictor, dedication,
Form: Classicism
Scars on the outside we can see so easily
Scars on the inside cause much more injury
Scars on the outside we can fix with surgery
Scars on the inside we suffer silently
Scars on the outside are a testimony to our pain
Scars on the inside we suffer alone in vane
Scars on the outside are seen by all who play the game
Scars on the inside allow the inflictor to feel no shame
Scars on the outside demand we tell a story
Scars on the inside are void of any glory
Scars on the outside we wear like medals on our skin
Scars on the inside only fester from within
We all wear scars, some inside and some out
We all wear scars, of that fact there is no doubt
Some of our scars we wear in perfect symmetry
Most of our scars are where no one else can see
Categories:
inflictor, life,
Form: Rhyme
Pain inflicted upon
Others by me
Hurts me more
Than words can explain
I've always been the one hurting
The one to deal with all the pain
So what do I do now
That my hurtful actions I have revealed
Hope for the best, always confess
My shortcomings I've concealed
Trust to me is most important
And I do so with great caution
So how can I try and fix what's been done
When I myself chose a deceitful option
The only answer evident to me
Includes a list of dos and don'ts, a list of advice
Be honest, be true, be modest, trust few
And in all my actions think twice
Many people claim that it's worse to be hurt
Than to be the one whose lies are told
I disagree, for having felt both
The role of the inflictor feels pain tenfold
Categories:
inflictor, angst, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: I do not know?
Grind Grind oh mind,
and hear the restless breath.
Experience the impatient eye
wanting all and yet preserving its fate.
What and why?
Bewildered at what your mind may state.
Some hands are pure.
Some care but so very long in time.
Worn and faint,
for the impertinence of the inflictor is unveiled.
A striped searched soul shouts
"This is not so!"
To find one is cursed with a tender heart and pure hands,
only to have been waisted on the folly of wickedness,
So late.
Realize only true desire satisfaction hindered is anguished for the lacking.
Either way there is a penance to pay
While in the troubled water of ones mind and discontent
I see no Try Sail but me.
So ...you did not think,
nether did your fail.
Past, you're over
Celebrate now !
Postpone now you're agony of things no longer real.
You have waken from a long sleep.
Yawn, stretch, arise, the promise of love to yourself please keep.
And into your future take a leap
Categories:
inflictor, life, passion, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?