Malaphor

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Malichaeism is valid :) They can take it, but they cannot hold it! I write from instinct, not training.

Miku- She is offering your life to you
I'll open your book tonight, all the pages stacked so high, read up to your favorite place. I see you make that face– before I turn the page, I lick my finger, I'll make it out to be a play. Show them all your favorite prey. As you–lick my finger, turn turn away, I think I've finally found my place
Sleepy head A painting of a cat in a blankie with his head on a pillow
A poem: Incantatory Omnious My words shall make it obvious That this enveloping was possible, but still The grip is so instilled With words that fill and curse A new page full of verse That teach the purpose of hurt Words that distilled to be perse Words, whose meanings overspill And words that learned how to thirst And words that learned to kill
A poem: How does it interact With your purpose I want to hear my words aren't worthless I hope to speak a pact A contract with the people That shows them how to act But it's seen as a prequel A premeditated attack On people who can't see how the power will be stacked But what I'm saying is your facts But it's a freedom, to be them- It's to take the power back
A canvas, with water colors There isn't much form to the painting It is mostly gradients of orange, red, and yelllow greens mixed with blues And swirls of blue and purple
A poem: More like ripples of waves Waves of potential places But also they crystallize into those phases? I don't remember the explination told to me And it would be easier I'd pick not to speak in poetry.. The point is. The model was actually wrong The one you're thinking looks like a 4D version of pong
A poem: Spit on it in my head, but that clouds the window Sometimes I just want to sink into my pillow I'm sick of trying to pick up your fucking messes There's nothing that you can say that's really going to impress us Nothing we can say that won't just be ignored But it's the mess you made And I've seen it all before
A poem: coup d'oeil d'état The president is a craw A fucking maw, who bleeds if you want Pull out his teeth if you want Would you believe it's free if you want Believe at all that we can be free if we want He's not the only one who can do as he please He steals what he wants Even if what he wants is what you need
A poem: Cry into the night. While we wait out this cancer. I've never been much of dancer, so I won't dance around the subject of the blight. I won't be just another subject who's punished out of spite. He's not a king, he's trying to run without a fight. After making you feel like nothing, he should end up on a pike.
I didn't want anyone to look at me the way you did And no other look could ever make me feel this useless And I keep telling myself that I just need to do it But it seems like everything just leads to my point proven That it's useless, when the changing happens to me I'm sick thinking that I just have to believe.
A poem: The Rime - the breakage The freezing out at sea The last time I was on these waters was when I lost my knee The only fate I fear is one not rotting beneath the sea No one said sailing would be such a breeze I'm last man after captain challenged the sea Drank too much to stand Knocked him from his feet
A poem: Write the opinions of someone else Breathe their health to know, in you, how happiness is spelt I'm one who sees words as trees, as seas, blowing away like the breeze. In me is a heart, that teaches truth. The truth in me is a love of you, and that is the core of what I'm saying. The middle of myself is the story that I'm saying and it's true.
A poem: I function as the key But who is the lock You came in but you forgot to knock I'll knock out your debris We are, the pleas of the broken You will see what you've done, when we pry you open You're oblivious to bereave The concept isn't something that you see See me now, you'll hear my words Then my words turn to verse
I wrote my precept with a storm, before you were born. I taught stages of grief before the infamy of form. I'm the creature who taught blasphemy to clouds. Taught the sun how to breathe before you even had a mouth, I am the light, I taught the universe to paint, without sight. Taught blackholes how to hold, and quazars how to fight. I am the one who taught time to be so cold. Taught lions to be bold, and gold when it's holden. Some learned, I am the holder of the light. That I'm the one who taught brightness to the shades, I'm the one brings each color to shame, before I split to make them bright. A precursor to the like, I'm the one taught it all, who am I?
A poem: Without your word, you will not give guidence. The pious voice has always been inside us. The storyteller of the vessel you perceive. Telling your own story, redefines your own release. Redefines what you see, and everything you believe. I'm the alchemist of everything percieved. I molded the stars from the essence of Angels' dreams. I'm the one, who spoke in entropy. Bought the rights, to call any galaxy a sea. Me? I sink into the sea of darkness, into the sea that harkens. My darkness herolds in a new world that bleeds. Bleeds ideas of peace into the zeroth degree.
A poem: I'll show you what I seek. I'll show you what's essential. I'll show you what happens when we reach the peak of human potential. They are trying to dull you. Not trying to softly lul you. They try hard to pull you - try to control you. When they are done they try to cull you. To them you're not even meat, you're a name to be crossed off on a sheet. They rely on parasocial, rely on hate your parents, and rely on hate the pope, so, I'm going to show you what it's like to choose, not be chosen, the door is always open. Feeding in to all this hate will only make you feel broken.
A poem: I'm gonna recompile. It'll take a while. Show them all my book. 'til it fills this world with bile. I'm going to reconcieve. A world that finally believes–in burning down the pile of what they know you won't release. I had built the pillars, pillar feels so final. My book's eyes can see, and predicted your denial. My book is one that believes in turning every tile. My compiler. A king filer. Aching filer. Aching to File him down to a fine pile Then light the pile on fire. With your words, not a lighter, let him know his existing was a sin that God inspired. A sin on all the masses. A sin to have been. It's funny how God must have said it with a grin.
A poem: I'm breaking And I know that you can feel it The shatter Sings the songs That I know That you believe in If I could show you The cracks I know you'd feel it You know my heart is Shattered glass But you step And still don't feel it It's me that hurts And I want to tell you why But I need to pick up all the glass before I die
A poem: They will hold you til they find a way to fold you But to that you must say "I'll break before I bend" Follow me to the end I'll find the string And the puppeteer who pulls it Show them all the bullshit Show them every bullet They may take it, but never hold it Please don't make me say this twice Believe me now, this was playing nice
A poem: You give me the -ick Your incorrect opinions The opinions of traditions Your willingness to participate It makes me traditionally sick You give me the -ick Who said that you could do this? And you say you do it on purpose? That makes you kinda stupid Purposefully useless Youre an oxymoron If it's not just a schtick I'm just stating a fact You give me the -ick
A poem: Hear me, and awaken. Awaken one who sees in the dark. One who sees the spark, And starkly remark that it ever looked like a start. Awaken, you, who knows. Dreamweaver; the ghost. For those who take your post only pose as your repose. Awaken bringer of the end. The earth will shake, And crack With your hand, Until it rends. Hear me, and Awake. Awake and grasp your fate.
Of all the trees this was the tallest. That when it fell stars shook then fallen. It was on that day I learned all stars are angels. Like all the ones from all the fables. they carry me to sacred places. They teach me things I can not mention. Not for wanting that you do not know. But because language itself cannot explain for your comprehension. They teach me of before time. The folds that ripped dark from light. The time when all there were were edges. And sparks between each line but no one around left to mention. The darkness got bored and decided to tear in half. What birthed from the inversion is our current path.
A lone lantern sits on a table in an empty room. The flame flickers, casting shadows that dance on the walls. No one lights the lantern; the flame simply is. When someone walks in, the shadows rearrange themselves, forming a shape that looks like a hand, a crown, a star. Yet the lantern never declares itself “the light.” It only shines. The sight is startling, the pattern undeniable, but the source remains silent.
Cat
A poem: I write to you now A flicker of youth Through all that I've shared I still hold the truth History ascended Inside of you now Is the bridge beginning the ending The bridge to another The end of your story Is the start of your brothers Enough of this pretending Pretending That you think You know the facts The fact thats packed Inside your tiny brain Is just an act And the moment you think you Understand the play It echoes the call Of all who went insane
A poem: You thought I'd forget Thought I'd forget The words you said I'll make you unspeak I'll make you believe I will release I'll make you beg me please Then tear you from your knees I'll rip the truth out of your teeth Tear it from your tongue and watch you bleed You thought I'd forget Thought I'd forget You thought I'd forget The words you said to me But I'll break your bread just to feed the geese
A poem: It's in the way you amplify my life. The way that you– redefine sunshine. It's bright the way you make me feel alright. It's in the way you redefined my starlight. The way you blind me just makes me smile some-times. Everytime I think of you it shows me all my star signs. My path leads to you everytime.
A poem: I can't tell you Of the story That's performing I wasn't there It happened after my unfolding And it's cold And I'm scared But I hear it told to me As my vision slowly blackened After halting every action Removing all the factions Someone told me once of how it happened In a dream They read it from the pages And from a flashing screen I hear it like eulogies Like someone Read it about me I hear it shining through And it's the way you look at me I can feel the mark of death And it's spreading like disease
A poem: This purpose Is stronger when I'm with you It's why all these little words can barely lift you I'm not the kind of person To say "Sorry you made me do this" Youre the kind of person To say "Sorry" For pushing me through it And I'm sorry for all the time It made you feel useless Its time to lock in chat Let's do this
A poem: You're not just a tool You're not an appliance You can't fight For Free speech Without Fighting With defiance They learned to do it quiet Even though its blunt They take the ones you love Because of what they want Because they can Just take it And say it's your freewill They take it Take it from you No karma And no frills They take what they want And when we do We get killed
Useless
He's got the cheese touch But he claims to be midas He's just so confident That he can hide it He's so concentrated on Thinking We don't see it Thinking That he's a saint Or that he's fucking Jesus That he can't even begin To see the Disasters that he's rung Some people are better risen And some people are better hung
A poem: I'm telling you What I've tested And you're contesting me late. Just trust me When you don't know the field I'm talking about And literally spit in my face So how am I supposed to feel When the real deal Is spitting real zeal About this injustice no appeal Used to talk about fate Now you talk about hating And it's too much to take I wish you would have stop When I felt crazed When I had visions Of you beating in my brains
A poem : All of gods edges have thorns. The middle is what tastes the sweetest. The window shines brighter than the sun some times. And some people think thats Jesus. I know that all these years have gotten too you I feel it radiating from your cracks. But the cracks let the light shine through. Even without seein'. So don't let any one tell you magic isn't real because in you I've seen it.
A poem: This broken elegy Feeding hopeless sympathies I am the man who has seen affliction If all I have is this memory Hell find a way To take even that from me Come from him first If that's true (vanity of vanities) Without you I would have never learned to hurt Feed the broken gospel Add nothing new to this scroll But let's add as little as possible
A poem: Psalm me Grating Rescuing the truth Find it Invading Light inside my tooth Psalm me Body This is mania Justifying you Eva por ating Melting just for you Gold in Golden spell Spelt for you With venom It's Hysteria
A poem: In you I see All that I am I am: wanting I am the fruit The sage In me She breathes only truth Her white eyes Changed me My hair grows wisdom too Find me fading Fade away from you Too much braiding Too many layers For the truth That's my lady The structure of the beads That's her waiting Waver like the breeze
A Poem: I could Have given Everything to you I could give My love I could give you my truth But Everything I give Already belongs to you Send me the light Reaching Up I can hear it See the light Or Fight So you don't feel it I can see That everything Is what you want to happen So Tell me why I can't See the light without snapping Cut me Just like I know you want to My pane Is just something for you To look through
A poem: He's got the cheese touch But he claims to be midas He's just so confident That he can hide it He's so concentrated on Thinking We don't see it Thinking That he's a saint Or that he's fucking Jesus That he can't even begin To see the Disasters that he's rung Some people are better risen And some people are better hung
A poem: This ones about courage, I'm telling before it began as my hands won't stop shaking and I'm struggling to stand. I have to keep reminding myself that I am still that man. Remind myself "don't worry" and that you're doing the best you can. this isn't the story of courage It's the story of hidden thereof. It's the story of building Bridges. Of telling story's, of how to love.