Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
A ring on my phone,
From my lady Maria!
And I answer,
Happy to hear her.
"My lady Maria,
I've missed you so dear!"
"It's been less than a day,"
"Practically a year!
Have you read my leaden notebooks,
And the spirals of my love?
And the way-"
She cuts me off,
A cruel shove.
"My love, your words are like jewellery,
That lie dormant on my neck,
They sprout in their leave, greenery,
That burrow in my skin."
"They scrape like rough sandpaper,
But they couldn't be beat,
Even then they-"
"You found them sweet?"
"Well they were some form of treat.."
"But you thought they were neat?"
"I guess that so-"
"How so?"
"In love they glow,
But in your galleries not so-"
"But they glew-?"
"Glowed, and not quite-"
"Oh, but you liked the sight!"
A pause and contemplative sigh.
"...That right?
My metaphors and limericks,
flow like ink, sweetheart, rethink!"
"Anthony, dearest,
The words you write are beautiful,
you know it,
But you really are,
such a pretentious poet!"
No, pretentious heart...
you judge me unfairly,
I've stood by you until now;
people don't change quickly!
of regret leaves² a mark, it's guilt...
and it won't allow tomorrow
to offer us the joys we deserve,
instead, it tickles a nerve!
I love being in love, being spoiled,
I don't mind being a puppet
of your most extreme fantasy:
that's what makes me happy!
I stare at you and you melt
my doubts, if they were thinner than fog
dispersed by the breeze of the evening:
nothing is sweeter than your new song!
No, pretentious heart...
be sincere in each truth
that is a radiant sun
when always gives off light;
hoping it's not a ridiculous pun
to smother me with little worth!
Find those lips that tell no hurting lies,
have they learned that it's foolishness
to say silly things in strange settings?
Hearts that keep the flame burning
have never betrayed their darling!
The calmness of my head,
Is gut-wrenching, instead.
These vicious lights around,
Are making my heart pound.
Those blazing speaker is happiness for seeker,
But their happiness is making me weaker.
Those crickets screaming around,
Telling the story which was never told aloud.
The bustling streets and car's screech,
Predicting the story which is meant to preach.
Those gleaming households, filled with love and laughs,
Are an example that this too shall pass.
This city sky filled with sad smoke,
And people on the street roaming around broke.
It is tough,
It is hard,
Sometimes it pricks like a glass shard.
But that is the beauty of this task,
Sadness is always kept under the mask,
And too much happiness is overrated if you would ask!
Never have I imagined
I'd get lost in a labyrinth
In search for first attempt
I got hypnotized
I didn't realize
You feed me lies
Never have I imagined
Our story will not last
I can't help but wonder
Why your love has to wander
You left mine heart in a jiffy
Like your path and mine never crossed
The reality I tried to accept
You sow nothing but impurities
Am attached but nay!
Never will I let me be caged
Our first 30 days
Should have been marked today
But here I abide
To our first and last goodbye
Adieu to brief memoirs
Your name and mine shared
Rest assured, my little and poor heart
I have saved you enough
Unto day of raining cats and dogs
'Cause never have I imagined
Your love knows no divine
Blackened cubes of naturality stomache across the pains of a million screaming faces
Crushed by the weight of two ton pound horsehell and drowned in the unthoughtfulness of the moon's cruel disregard towards the emotions of the ground-up grime of the Earth.
Her circular orbit brings punishment towards the agony and despair of crying mothers
Wailing and screaming all day but her arrogance mutes all.
Selfish. Unjustified. No one hears the cries of undeserved gnashing and torture
Day after day, she slams and beats down her unrelenting eternal rage upon them.
Nothing to save them. Nothing can fire bring upon their release.
The Earth is temporary. The Moon is forever.
Even after the fire she will continue on in her rage. The sources forced to suffer
her eternal beatings even after the rest of time and time on again.
Screaming and crying and grieving for the rest of eternity.
No death. Just the sweet eternal bliss of immortality.
(Originally Written 3/21/2019)
Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness
No guilt, no shame,
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in your ear "I love you"
They grant you no delegable antidote
Pig-wrapped in a wasteful pursuit of carnal futility
Living out the rest of days hollow
Old and carolled she slips on the filth of plastic suit
No, she won't live that long
(Originally Written 3/20/2019)
Being Pretentious
By: Tom Wright
7/11/2019
It seems some peoples nature is to be ostentatious,
Because God put on earth those of every kind.
While this type of person is apt to be fallacious,
When beyond my vision they’re off my mind.
“Sometimes those who don’t socialize much aren’t anti-social,
They just have no tolerance for drama and fake people.”
(Quotes and Notes)
Learnt never to flaunt my fortune.
Even with money it gets lonely.
Lush pretentious garden sculpts to be gleaned.
Fullness of repose with sweet quiet sound,
fruitful, and forbearance draw nature's ground.
The sensuous feel, oft seasons has seen.
Butterflies noiselessly stir round fragrant
sweet allure angel's tears; with airy grace
scatter elsewhere to perennial space.
Ants, beetles, and birds herald, spring vagrants.
Wind nimble bend forth, leaflets surrender
mere fragrance in its resilience breath span,
devour one complete, hence its roots began.
Spring vernal equinox, has force to render.
Spring arises in gallantly through ardor
in the wake of hints still left from winter.
2/22/2019
It’s closing in,
The harmonic melody,
It’s tone deliberately grim.
As a one-time melody, it is heard by all.
A familiar, yet unfamiliar ring.
For the majority - its tune is distance.
But like all those before, I can hear it-
I can hear it from deep within.
It’s seduction.
Always terribly well-advantaged,
Overpowering,
Never once balancing.
From a figure showing us from within, it gives a gesture done to many before myself,
Void of rush,
It’s time for our dance.
What of my arm?
What tames my reach?
What keeps my arm dangling at my side?
Something foreign-
Something I cannot recognize...
Limbs void of any flesh, it coaxes with its twists and turns
Its movements are deliberate,
Deliberately leaves one to feel left out.
Not special but eternal,
Our well-worn dance.
But unlike it’s “ending”, it is mine instead.
½ cup sass
1 tbsp eye roll
2 cups suprirotive
1 cup white privilege
½ tsp rudeness
1 brand new car, softened
5 oz brand name clothing
A dash of allof, to taste
Add all ingredients together, while whisking in misinformed news media. Mix thoroughly for pretentious.
If the link is weak
You know the chain won't be strong
If the table is bare,
Don't make it look like we're having a feast
When you're hugging the most
Don't cry that you have the least
When your greed becomes a creed
Then it becomes your religion
Don't tell me I'll fail
When I'm yet to try
If you tell me a lie
Don't disguise it as the truth!
If you're going to cheat
Don't make it look like you're fair
If you think you're just
Let others be the judge.
YEAH just walk away, Rene
I don’t need you anyway
to know if this was meant for YOU
you'll question in your mind.
I always thought that you were cool
until you made me out the fool
you clenched the doubt when you sold out
Pretending to be kind
Was I just blind or too naïve
to see what you had up your sleeve?
You never once allowed yourself
a genuine friendship
So yeah, just walk away Rene
I’ll never ruin another day
you proved yourself,
"pretentious friend"
when you gave me the slip.
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