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He would beat her up for the last time
It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him
The usual wrong word did it most days
Why do you make me do this
What is wrong with you
Forgive me
She would enjoy this one
The very last one
Bought you flowers
You know I love you
Do you
What the hell does that mean
What the hell
The drug would temporarily paralyse him
Enough time for her needs
He punched with his right fist
She cut off his arm
The odd kick with his right
She cut off his leg
He came round screaming
How you doing babe
You in pain
Don’t worry, it’ll pass
Ambulance, get me an ambulance
Say the word
Please, please
No, not that word
The other word, I love you, that one
I love you, ambulance, please, please
Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me
Just going to take the tourniquets off
I’ll put them up here
If you get them, be quick
Remember to release them every fifteen minutes
Oh, one more thing
Love you babe.
' Better to walk out than to live in Fool’s Paradise.' - Poet
She had full faith that her love was honoured,
but marital life stood on bricks of lie.
Hit of thunderbolt from clear cloudless sky.
knocking her down on shock to paralyse.
She lived happily in Fool's Paradise.
Wheel of truth whirling just automatic.
She faced bare fact and acted pragmatic.
To drag conjugal life turned awkward.
Compulsive ' Break Up ' to proceed onward
Emptiness embowered: : She wished to cry,
but controlled herself and just said ' Good Bye' '
No question to adjust or to compromise.
So far, amour to appear as fake guise.
Inevitable divorce to discard.
She lived happily in Fool’s Paradise.
Hit of thunder bolt from clear cloudless sky,
knocked her down on shock to paralyse
marital life standing on bricks of ‘LIE’.
Wheel of TRUTH rotating automatic
exposed spouse with deceit and betrayal
She faced firm fact to deal, act pragmatic,
sudden happenstance : Disgraceful, dismal.
Emptiness embowered : Life seemed useless,
shattered completely on first severe stroke,
yet she neither cried nor felt helpless,
but discarded him and relation broke.
She turned cold but bold to live on her own.
Fool’s Gold when detected fake,was thrown.
I want to be away from all this drama
I don't need my dad nor my mama
With every passing moment I feel a punch in my gut,
I can feel the lump developing in my throat.
I don't need this life,
I no longer want to strive,
I just want to be away.
Far away from this worldly theatre,
I no longer want to be an audience or a spectator.
This day reminds me why I want what I want.
I just want myself and a bookshelf.
I don't need people.
I need peace.
I don't like fights and quarrel
I just want to be a happy squirrel living her life in the jungle.
My heart is hurt.
My emotions are shut.
I just want to fly away and never come back,
I just want to leave this nest ,
that moment of solace will be the best.
I will fly away to a lonely destination where there will be no one to bother me,
I will finally be free.
Love is a poison we all drink willingly and paralyse ourselves with vulnerability .
With the devasting pain that accompanies love we all cry in unison.
Inspired by "Far Away"
A song by Breaking Benjamin
(featuring Scooter Ward)
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Souls grope for lost hopes within to spark the heart,
When the last beat still lies cold, dead on the street,
It is then love fades–blood split right from the start—
The truth of war no soul can come close to cheat.
Soil we'll still become, yet our souls hope to rise~
Not left behind–they will move with holy tides.
Like gentle waves blown beyond the clouded skies
But fall and paralyse when no angel guides.
In Heaven, when the righteous come back to life,
Lord, count me among those deserving Your grace.
Let hellfire consume not my soul afterlife,
As all sorrow flees, let Your love take its place.
The breath of life flies into Heaven above,
And lights are no more, Earth will sleep in darkness.
Heaven shall be our home, filled with perfect love,
Leaving Satan and his friends in stark starkness.
Contest: Song II - Breaking Benjamin - Far Away
- with Scooter.Ward
Contest Judged: June 15th, 2025 19:00:00 PM
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placement: Eleventh
Anguish in the Rain
A dream coming towards true manifestation
A scream from the north of my past life commiserations
My spleen venting forth through my expressive incantations
A green man distorts the inter-planetary visitations
Capitalist nightmares and human rights violations
Contortionist cartoonists and contrite salutations
An eccentric hot air balloonist with too many invitations
An inventive scientist marooned on the edges of an opium plantation
Vaccinations that cure, protect, paralyse and maim
How can this be a world where it’s possible to stay sane ?
Who at the very core and top will stand up and take the blame?
When it comes time to admit it and call out their names
Proof of the burdened a heavy load to carry
Sleuth of the words and the age you see fit to marry
Truth that’s absurd that encourages one to not tarry
A prince that’s disturbed- let’s not mention Harry
Fortune requiring a kingdom of heaven waiting
More tunes acquiring the excitement of children anticipating
White full moons desiring into astronomy participating
A bride at high noon retiring before the groom starts celebrating
ThetMongolian Empire conquering all that you know
A sure remand of prisoners waiting on death row
A crude demand on limitations of perspectives of the masses
A blatant reprimand on an adolescent out of place like a fascist
Retribution for a heinous crime
Institutions of grief and melancholy and time
Constitutions of relief and the universal mind
Elocutions of belief that express the divine
An utterance of regret as the pain becomes unbearable
A stutter I’d forget if my jacket was wearable
The nuclear aftermath of life in Chernobyl
The sum of the whole of the parts all in total
Hoop-la! Hoop-la! Polio is back in town.
And it is sick of being silent
With all the other viruses around.
It wants some humans to infect
To gain back some respect.
Covid and monkeypox, you better watch out
Ebola, Marburg, Tuberculosis, and AIDS too.
Polio is nothing to scoff about
It will paralyse little children
and put you in an iron lung den
What has become of this world that has been?
Oh don't worry Ms Daisy
They will find a new mRNA vaccine
And inject everyone like crazy
While the people are still covid hazy
The media will pump the narrative
The vaccines are safe and effective
They will sell it so creatively
With lies and propaganda
If you don't agree it will be slander
The doctors with happily oblige
Stick out your arm and stick in the jab
and pretend nobody has died
They'll collect their money
It will all look nice and sunny
Hoop la! Hoop la! The vaccine don't work
Oh shut them up, shut them up
They are conspiracy and flat-earth jerks
We're thinning out the population
We will soon have a better nation
And while we are at it
Let's do another Great Reset
and make everyone a digit
The WEF aristocrats know what they are doing
This is something they have had brewing.
death cannot endure eternity ~ if it could we’d never be born
(quote by poet)
Find rhapsody, great rhapsody, fomenting on high seas
Come lift up waves of despondency, I’m flailing so deep
Bamboozle revenant senses, restore my latent zeal
Overwhelm one million fold, melancholy drowning me
Find ecstasy, give ecstasy, paralyse me with bliss
I’m hooked on saline solution, and compelled to resist
Rejuvenate exuberance, nullify emptiness
I want to be possessed again, in a wild wanton kiss
Find buoyancy, come buoyancy, aerate this lowly soul
Raise me up to the firmament, let heaven take control
I’ll face down blackest ether, see beyond its parasol
Never again to sit stagnant, just to bow shall I stall
Find gravity, sheer gravity, falls short on temple steps
Pressurising in nature, stopped dead in a gods codex
Free now to bathe in mercy, overcome but not by depth
Expanding on forever, where beginnings intersect
By
David Kavanagh
Howmanysyllables checked x14
I’m a limited edition, when all is said and done
Nothing special, only unique in a maze of humdrum
Kill spiders for a pastime, coz I hate their beady eyes
Watching me try to sleep, as they paralyse butterflies
I’m a limited edition, pulling cobwebs from beams
In great physical shape, yet mentally challenged it seems
Guilty of every known sin, with mitigation of course
They are all in my head, except when I use fatal force
I’m a limited edition, preprogrammed to survive
From one day to another, til next time I’m not revived
Still it’s great to be alive, from a dead man’s point of view
I certainly possess one, in a preserve this mind grew
I’m a limited edition, my pets couldn’t care less
Well possibly they do, but look up to me nonetheless
Take me as you find me on any given occasion
Whisper sweet nothings, I’m a sucker to soft persuasion
I’m a limited edition, light Cola makes me cringe
And hate drinking alcohol, unless going on a binge
Alas I cannot find god, he’s hidden away in reams
Leaving himself subjective, to idealistic extremes
I’m a limited edition, playing Russian roulette
Will even up the ante, fill the chamber, rig the bet
It’s a no brainer, literally speaking anyway
With just sawdust to lose, all so easy to blow away
By
David Kavanagh