This was written in a calculus class and I was distracted by this girl with a clanging chain on her hand. Yes she was quite pretty too..
Morose encantations from another relm
Leaves the mind in a cloudy swirl.
Hypnotic, surreal, misty haze,
droning mumble from a distant stage.
Amongst the lot, around? yonder?.. behind?
muted tinkles arouse the mind,
Real amongst the myrad of symbols,
wake from comatic slumber
cutting like a beacon horn,
Benevolent lass sitting beyond.
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RETRIBUTION
One great slip in love's delight
darkened her world, once so bright.
She sighs and picks the pieces,
Of shattered life and darkened faces.
gone further by the day
Burned the bridges along the way.
Her precious bundle to her breast she clutches
Miserable though, proudly she trudges.
Her eyes, they, don't betray a thing
Of things she feels deep within.
People, they stare at this ragged child
Woman by age, a child inside.
Once, once is all she strayed
Broke the rule, Oh! how she paid.
Of the past she needs no more a thought
But for shelter for morrow she sought.
Her life she knew she couldn't end it yet
But fight the challenges that fate now set.
A tiny room in a big city
Not wanting anyone's pity
Looking outside the window she spies
the dark city under the gray black skies.
Now the east turns orange & pink
A motion on the bed brings her back in.
Her baby son, on the covers he lay
Sucking his toe busy at play.
He looked at her with his eyes so blue
infant blue, as the very heaven's hue.
Beside him on the bed she lay
As the city began a brand new day.
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This one is one my personal favs. written in under 2 hours before a mid-term or final exam.
GREENSPRUN
I know of this place called Greensprun
The people there, they, eat their young!
I've seen this with my very own eyes,
I swear to you these aren't tall tales or lies.
The Coopers first time had twins,
One a son, the other a daughter.
The son they turned him to mince,
While the daughter, they took to the slaughter.
Got it cleaned all skin and bone,
While the eyes and tongue to the butcher they loaned!
Tommy Bower loved his brother,
That's why he didn't share him with others.
He kept the fingers, pickled them in oil,
For by now, they were getting the spoil.
Ol' man Turner boiled his grandson
The night when the Lakers had won.
He boiled him long, he boiled him good,
For, once where his teeth were,
Only gums, now stood!
The Hurbeths ran a store,
What sold best there, were his cans of gore!
He got his supply from the local clinic,
Cans of puree, they seem to mimic!
All this meat had begun to rot their brain,
And from it, they just couldn't refrain!
Their young now dwindled in number,
For the meat greater grew their hunger!
Alan Stalked his pregnant neighbor,
Cut her up, when she was in labor!
Drenched in blood, they saw him eat,
Holding the babe by the feet!
Soon after, a panic ran out,
The strong remained the weak died out!
No bird in that town would sing,
Nor would the sweet smell that flowers usually bring.
Man-eating men, men no longer,
Worse than animals nothing to name them after.
People say they see them still,
On that town, beyond that hill.
I know better, I was there after,
Five were left Doyce,Green,Solly and Dhamer.
The first two ate the third,
Atleast that was the word.
Doyce moved to Alabama and Green to Kentucky,
about Dhamer, I heard that he was caught in Milwaukee.
