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Nikkolas Long Poem
In a world where up is down,
Left is right,
And hot is cold.
I find myself wandering a seemingly endless sidewalk.
"Pick your poison"
I hear a loud voice boom.
"Tweedle dope or tweedle drunk?"
As if not in control of my body,
I chose tweedle dope.
"Your poor choice in judgement has lead you astray hasn't it my child?"
I shake my head and saunter on,
Down a path filled to the brim of potent strains of weed and even more potent yet devilishly tasty looking mushrooms.
I stumble into a sign,
"Forbidden garden to your left"
"Madhatters maddening whinery to your right"
I continue on the path on the right.
I walk into a clearing,
and see a blue and purple catapillar with a swirly pink and yellow hookah on a giant weed leaf with his gorgeous maid getting ready to spark up his toke.
"Be a lamb my dear Nikki.. "
He says as his maid hands me a tray of brightly colored pills and a tool to crush them with.
I do as I'm told crushing and separating remembering to save myself a line,
I distinctly remember snorting a line of the blueish green pill,
before his maid handed him the tray of brightly asassorted powders that were once pills.
She filled up his hookah,
with a particular dank strain of weed,
And sprinkled the other line of the blueish green pill into the mix of potent green.
She lit it for him,
Happy as could be,
As he took a big ol drag,
And breathed it into her nasal cavity.
Her hypnotic gaze lead to me,
She walked over to me,
And lifted my chin to meet her ravenous gaze.
She looked like she was filled with complete and utter ecstasy,
She straddled me as she tried to light the hookah for me,
"I've got it"
I said smiling sheepishly.
She untied her purple and gold morning glory kimono,
Only to reveal a marvelous set of double D's.
She looked at me,
With pitiful eyes,
And began to plea.
"Please let me light your weed"
I couldn't resist,
I sighed in defeat.
She bounced excitedly,
Before handing me the lit weed.
I took a long drag,
Before blowing it into her nostril cavity.
"What troubles you my dear boy?"
The catapillar asks me.
"Life in general everyone expects so much"
At least here I'm allowed to be me.
I sat there for hours,
Explaining what troubled me.
I go to leave,
And the maid follows me.
We now walk another path,
Finally to the place I had set out to be.
The palace of The Queen of hearts,
I walk into the gate and up the stairs,
Into her domain where high upon her throne she sat.
"What are you doing here?!"
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Nikkolas Long Poem
I sit here,
Surrounded by these four walls,
Staring at this mirror again,
No telling when this madness will end.
I'm allowed to leave at any point,
But at this point they might as well lock me in!
There's no point of me being here,
There's no point of me being out there!
I fear if I leave now they'll see it as they win,
Yet I can't stand looking at myself in this mirror!
Do I let them win and walk out in my disgusting skin,
Or do I sit in here and repent for my sins?!
Ope,
Here comes the voices again!
They're not coming from within,
They're coming from that God forsaken mirror!
"You're a pathetic alcoholic who craves the attention from men that you'll never get cause you're a grotesque cow wearing human skin!"
"Enough!!" I yell back at it,
Hitting it with full speed ahead.
"Don't you think I know that?! I'm tired of it it's the same crap day in and day out! You reminding me of how I'm a piece of crap, it must be funny to you to watch me break down into pieces, begging to die in my sleep, cradling back and forth on my feet crying profusely, taking breaks in between to produce agonising screams to let me out of this cell, well now I'm not the only one in pieces, you're resting in pieces now too!"
Looking at the shattered mirror in front of me,
I cradle the broken pieces gently.
It's finally quiet,
Yet that mirrors words keep echoing violently in my head.
I decide to let them win another way,
I decided I'm better off dead.
I pray a piece of the floorboard up,
And pull out a silver case.
I load up my gun,
That I had just incase and put it to my face.
I look at the pieces that remaining,
"See you in hell" I say grimly,
Unloading 4 bullets in my head.
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She spat
"Y... You invited me here, d... Don't you remember that?"
She laughed,
"Who told you that?" She scoffed.
All of a sudden a familiar voice spoke up,
"I did."
My eyes widen,
as I hung my head in shame choking on fear.
"Dad?" I said weakly
"You have no business calling me that!"
He growled
"And what is a more befitting death of a daughter that thinks she's a man than to die at the hands of HER stepmother and her biological father?" He said smugly.
"Y... You brought me here to k...kill me?"
I said fearfully.
"Why didn't you just send someone after me, you coward.. " I said coldly
"Because I wanted to watch you die. "
He said smirking.
"Off with her head!" They cried out.
Two guards took me by the arms,
And drug me forcefully to the courtyard.
As I lie here,
With my head on the chopping block,
I wonder what I ever done so wrong.
Suddenly a flash of orange and red flooded the skies,
And embers passed me by.
A roar filled the air around me,
The executioner falling to the ground before me,
Bloody and conciouslessly.
I got up and started to run,
Run like I never ran before.
But alas,
Another flash of orange and red,
And with a burst of flame through my chest.
I fall to my knees,
Gasping for breath.
I see a bright white light,
The ringing in my ears was so intense,
And so loud.
As I uttered out my final words,
"I'm sorry I wasn't the perfect daughter.. "
I shuttered as my body went cold and numb,
And everything went black around me,
Slowly as the ringing in my ears became an all too familiar sound of the
Of a flat line on a heart monitor,
In an empty and vacant hospital room.
Copyright © Nikkolas Long | Year Posted 2022
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