There once was a human catapult,
That sent anyone who could afford it,
And even those who couldn’t,
To the moon.
But once they arrived,
All their hopes and dreams still soaring from the flight,
With expectations bursting from the seams,
They all died.
Because it was the moon.
And even the rich couldn’t afford the oxygen.
I fell asleep, knowing I would never wake up again,
and then my story truly began.
The notes of the lullaby became pathways,
Each one filled with richness and warmth,
But always darkness.
They fuelled my journey,
Took me away from the perverse land of hatred and corruption,
Along the beautiful river
The cool amber liquid was slowly poured into the mould,
Shaping the city that it was to become.
There’s something fiery and bitter about this city,
With just a touch of sweetness.
The gods had a hard time holding their liquor,
And that’s when the citizens took over.
The hotel was smashed to a pulp.
As the door opened, nothing but dust escaped into the hallway.
The tattooed walls that led up to the room should have been the first clue
But when the doors opened, the magic escaped,
And all that was left was rubble.
Don’t say a word,
Hold your breath,
It will all be fine.
I can’t believe what’s happening right before mine eyes,
It all feels right.
It would make the best topic of poetry,
The sweetest sounds of music,
And the most wonderful speech,
But you and I will never speak a word of it again.
Her auburn hair blew slightly in the breeze
The day she turned me down
And threw my grandmother’s ring into the ocean.
She could not be bound.
She was the girl on fire,
Blazing through both day and night alike,
Leaving only a trail of smoke in her wake,
That was as beautiful as it was poisonous.
She descended the stairs with the grace of Grace Kelly.
Her aura shone throughout the room,
And there was not a single eye that was not on her
(Except for Pete’s but he lost it in a crossbow mishap).
I couldn’t catch my breath anymore than the others in the room,
And we all dropped to the ground, gasping for air.
Her celestial beauty killed us all.
And Pete walked away with the prize.
Spin me a web of tales and fortunes
From the loom of fate and time,
Build me a dream to set my sights on
From a place filled with guile and rhyme,
Let me embrace the stars during the day
And say goodnight to the dawn,
The night is the blackness and light of my soul,
It keeps me journeying on.
He tried to clean himself
of the deeds he had done
for the promises of gold
But was unable to wash the crystallized residue from his hands and feet.
There was now something in the water,
And he would always be a part of it.
I’m trying to remember the night of wonder I had,
There were beautiful women careening around the rooftops,
I discovered things about myself that I never understood before,
I walked through the door a pauper, but left a king.
And I have no idea who is next to me.
I’ve told hundreds of stories
With just one word,
And told countless of pointless ramblings
I’d like to write more,
And I know I have time,
But maybe some things should end early.
The wood slowly crackled to a halt
In the middle of the forest.
The fire had stopped as swiftly as it had begun,
Eating through birch and oak alike,
Yet leaving the larch trees untouched.
Maybe they did it for a lark.
Maybe it was a sign.
Only the birds would have been able to understand,
But there were none left.
The newspaper shut down on a Friday afternoon.
One story, caused the downfall of thousands of people.
Bigfoot had always been considered a hoax, making the truth too hard to bear.
He crashed his way through the presses, causing delays, none of which were caught on camera.
But it was too late.
The next day, the citizens were furious,
and the presses burned.
Who knew what would ensue,
When the shoe flew up the flue?
Too true, the Who, the glorious Who,
Who’s music stewed while they wrote through goo,
Would write the ballad of the glorious shoe,
And shoo the blues away with their flu.
It’s true, this news would ensue.
Bruce wandered through the saloon, eyeing every man and especially every woman that drank themselves into a stupor surrounding him. He was on to their ruse. He pulled out his watermelon, his weapon of choice, and laid the charge. In five seconds it would all be over. He lit the fuse and dove for the window.
The lights go down
On the city streets
I, the crow,
Start my sweep of the neighbourhood
Looking for trails of the trials of human kind
And knowing that they are mine.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tick tick,
The time counted down to when a woman
Would become more than she was.
Casey walked up the beaten path,
One she had never trod upon before,
And opened the door with a creak.
She saw endless machinery before her.
All it took was one wrench and she could once again become Supergirl–
Yet she turned and walked away
Closing the door forever.
The sounds and smells of the first date,
The half eaten pizza slices,
The foul play from a bunch of turkeys,
Slightly crossing the line
yet getting away with it, because they’re all so charming
If only life were so simple
And it were possible to get a perfect score.
He went around unnoticed,
As is often the theme with those who’s business is the underground,
Creeping and crawling
And all things familiar.
The man with one eye was ordinary in every way.
This gardener saw everything turn to mulch,
And helped the earth prevail.
It was all planned out before it even started.
Unfortunately, Steve was never fooled.
He sacrificed himself to save his queen
The only way to save his county was to die.
We are put upon impossible situations,
and only one choice can save the day.
Who anticipated the human rook to be so brave?
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