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Imprints

A martyr poltergeist left an elegy
Not much eulogizing the choice of a strategy.
Its undead friends never met their ends, they cannot be
The least affected by all this atrocity.

A cry of help was muffled
In the ruins of the rubble
And the media hollers, calling it a mere scuffle
What a caricature of the civil who suffer!

People leave fingerprints 
Shaded vermillion
They make a mockery of innocents
And then claim to be in favor all along!

People leave imprints
Of things that they cherish
But when the things are left to perish,
Why do we debate the morality of the inherently wrong?

A letter was found, one belonging to a student 
Not much did it call the higher powers prudent
Their undead teachers never aided 'creatures', they can't be 
The most responsible for all this heat, sir!

A plea of peace was trampled 
In the junkyard where the spirits were dampened
And the ignorant, they call for samples 
Of godforsaken terrible ideas that will only ever tamper —

People leave handprints 
Saturated in blood and sin 
Others make a fool of their own kin 
Then claim they were patriotic the whole time! 

People leave imprint 
Of trinkets, their wishlists
And their dreams & desires end up in blacklists 
Why do we historically fail to be remotely sublime?


——I don't want to die, it may seem selfish
I wouldn't demise, until I leave an imprint 
Why's the legacy of mine, and of others 
In homo-sapien orchestrated catastrophic jeopardy?

——I won't deny, I am of no saintly disposition 
To declare a functionally sound solution 
But even I know, quarrels of mine, and of others 
Shouldn't fall in pseudo-'people's welfare' custody!!!

....

Leaders leave blueprints 
Of their utopias for their nations 
But we can't even supply decency to ration 
I decree reflection in this sanction

People leave imprints. 
Of people they cherish.
They're bloodied, with and without having sinned. 
With and without having deserved it.
So now their corpses bleed for the sake of such blunt cretins.

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Black Jack

"The dealer cheated!"
You cry to deaf ears
Or at least, ears that need some aid
"The game makers should've by now retreated,
You will keep in mind my tears
When you pay for what I paid."

Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that
It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack
The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like a fool 
And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule 
When you display bare minimum poise
Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate
To them you will only be nuisance, noise
And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate.

So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble 
Without checking for a place to run
If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble 
You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'

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belittlement

i settle for the littlest scraps i can secure;
i settle for the littlest scraps, and even then they're hard to procure.
i kneel for the most jaded of hearts;
i kneel for the jaded hearts, even when my own is pierced through by stray darts.
i vouch for the blandest demeanors i can find;
i vouch for the bland and even then they don't find it in them to be kind.
why do i prolong my pain, you ask?
why do i not seek what's in it for my gain so I can bask?
there's something deeply ruined, flawed in entitlement
so i restrain to find the beauty in belittlement.

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Cacophany

Where harmony hoards the supposed hurt,
Symphonies belie me.
I rein myself in to not be curt,
But noise surrounds me.
Where time heals the freshly toiling,
I have old, murky bloodstains
Yet no one sees how quietly I'm boiling
Until the tipping point I shall hide my pains.
Why such a discordance in my disposition?
I desire to mourn the impact of this tyranny
Is this prophetic or an imposition? It's difficult to overlook the irony. 

Someday I will explode, not implode
A magnetic, magnificent starburst.
For now, continue, continue to goad,
But this cacophony will not halt my bloodthirst.

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monotony

she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of his drained stature
for when all you've lived is a life of monotony 
you start wishing suddenly for a lobotomy.

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Comet

My heart is bound with twin-distressed grommets
But every night I look up at the sky Waiting for a comet.

My eyes fixate and focus before they leak like faucets
And I glance up, I zealously try
To spot it, the elusive comet.

My fate seems tangled in spider webs
Where I'm the fruit fly awaiting demise
The anxiety flows, the panic ebbs
I hope I pass away before I realize....

Yes, I hope I die before I realize
Maybe the comet is never to come
It's Halley's comet I want before my eyes
And the outliving odds are zero to none....
...
My heart is bound with ever-loosening grommets
It feels ever so often, it's being taunted
But still I await, albeit halfheartedly,
I still await my comet.