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A Banishment Of Sadness This is my damn villanelle
I will write what I please,
Everything will end well.
But what to say, so hard to tell
Whatever, when they all tease
This is my damn villanelle
And as the oceans turn and swell
I too know the horror in the breeze
Everything will end well.
Don't expect much better than hell
So many works left to freeze
This is my damn villanelle
Which one, the wings or the shell
My choice longs to ease
Everything will end well.
I wanted to write about Guy-Manuel
It's just a different day to seize
This is my damn villanelle
Everything will end

Wolf CallA storm has finally gathered…
The wolves calling from every state
The time has finally come
To rise up and reclaim our fate

March down the darkened paths
Skies clouded by wickedness
March onward to the rescue
Everyone must bear witness!

Hear the silence of our leaders
Their shameless submission to Plutocracy
We must save ourselves
And return vigor to our Democracy!

Join hands and pray
Close ports, draw out thoughts
We will see the day
When Justice is raised again!

The few have stifled our cries
For the last Damn time!
Reject the Fox's evil lies
And surge forth in all your numbers!

Look to your left
They are your brot

Morphine ZombiesA bite whose teeth
Spreads like roots into the flesh
Death's bloom opens full
In every season

The fruit this flesh does bear
Leaves its soil pale and dead
The mind wastes away
It ages and hastens beyond reason

A harvest of our sins
Greed's fist can tighten no more
So we must fell twice
The dead who feel alive

Come with me
My dear
To help me dig their graves
In my own someday I will dive

A line of teeth
Crests your pale chest
My blood does slow happily
When I hear you sigh

My life devoted
To ending their suffering, but oh
To lie down between your soft thighs
Even if only once before I die

You're Too YoungIf a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?
Right now, what he really wanted to know was, if an engine revs in a city and only mindless zombies are around to hear it, did it actually make a sound?

Kavinsky smirked to himself as he passed another light, one that was no longer working. He thought himself pretty clever. His smile was short lived however as he noticed he was driving on fumes. He began scanning the occasional cars he passed and saw many of them had their fuel tanks pried and left open. Damn. If the people here had actually scavved petrol from other cars the EU's rescue efforts mus

Near The Walls In The Upper Sixteenth WardCard board does little against rain. He's learning this the hard way. As he abandons his "bed" he begins to wander down to another street. Out across the road, just next to the giant looming walls, his fellow street urchins scamper up out of the storm drains like giant drops of oil squeezing through cracks. He woke up with water in his lunges once after falling asleep in those same tubes but of course he was fine after a few minutes of coughing and choking, drowning meant little to his body.

He'd been like this for years if he could remember correctly, time was hardly as real as it used to be when he had still been an actual person. Now he w

Sebastian's Readings: FearSebastian turned his cards over and placed them slowly. He heard Vinco shuffling around in his kitchen, getting some water, behind him. The first time his older friend had caught him with his cards, given to him by his sister one Christmas, he'd tried in vain to hide them. For the rest of the night Vinco had demanded his divining whilst making fun of him. To this day the man continued to call him a gypsy and if it had come from anyone else Sebastian would have been truly hurt, enraged even. He stiffened as he heard his friend approach and sit beside him on the couch.

"What'ya got, chubs?" The man asked, sipping his water. Sebastian stared at

AccidentThe room was chilly, the tiles lifeless and uninviting. The lights were equally without emotion and only served their purpose in the room, nothing more. One man pulled down a latex glove over his hand and joined his coworker before the prone body on the table before them.

"You see here? This looks like it had to have been done by a human being, by the position of the wounds, but the wounds themselves are reminiscent of an animal or…" He didn't finish his sentence as the two observed the corpse, not knowing what could possibly be said. The body was that of a male, thirty eight years of age, five feet and ten inches tall. He had little bo

He Just Wants To Touch You...'Oh shit, oh shit.' He thought as he ran. Running was the ONLY thing he'd known for the past three hours at least. Running and "HOLY SHIT" levels of fear. Even as the sun had gone down (not that that was very noticeable, the entire sky was long since heavily obscured by the thick tree tops) and the ground beneath him became treacherously wet and muddy he kept running.

He could hear the damn thing behind him the whole while.

It wasn't the first time he'd had to run away from this thing but now he was starting to feel like he was in its territory. Last time he checked France didn't have any jungles in it. The whole place had a strange feel to

Hours In The CityIn this city several streets were afraid. But it was a jaded fear, one that stayed with them as they and their inhabitants went on with their lives. A residential street, lined with mostly connected apartments and houses, was only occasionally reminded of this fear. The buildings looked at each other and buzzed quiet whispers to each other as the residents left to go to work or cross over to stop in for one reason or another. The children still played even when the street became icy cold. It was fairly normal for such a fearful street.

Things were normal until the object of its fear made its presence known. Feet fell rapidly, rushing to carr

Search in the City Should you ever see its face
It gives chase
it gives chase...

My best friend in the neighborhood
Saw something amazing
And thought I too should

His mind had wandered to a jungle and back
Wanted my help to make sense of it
But sense he did not lack

"Look for it, see it for yourself" he told
So I agreed and bundled up
and we left into our city cold

Down the first street we went
passed where I go to work everyday
yet I was out of place, my mind had bent.

"Keep looking" I heard my friend groan
but the streets became stranger still
Upon disobedient feet, I wanted to go home

Forever Looking UpHe's pretty sure his stomach just bottomed out. Yep, it's like a roller coaster…he is really falling, holy shit. He has regained his vision after whatever happened-he must've run into something it made his head shake pretty bad-and now he can clearly see the trees below him right in front of him and getting closer.

He's going down. He's in his car and the both of them are in a genuine nose dive. Are the tires touching the ground? No, they can't be he'd feel the friction and he's not feeling that. He's not feeling anything, it's fucking smooth that means he's going through the air.

Wait, the ground in front of him is only lit on one sid

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Three After Death In The Morning

by ~chipiri, Nov 7, 2011, 1:11:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

I am the third
And I died a little inside
The first died the First Of All
You are two, what did you do?
You've yet to hear death's call

We are three
You, him and me
But it wasn't always this way
though we are happy
The world is pained
Everyone suffers and every edge is frayed

Before we were three
I was a lonely young man
Locked away in my room
No talent nor friends nor family tree

But one cold grey day
A familiar crept upon me
With black, oozing grip
It choked my soul away

Our number one
Went to and fro
red hot fast until
His ride was over his days were done

His body was never found
an empty coffin was lowered into the ground
And one day he sauntered back in
Behind the wheel with a devilish grin

Hatred boiled in you heart so high
when you heard his sled had been stolen
After the ghost car you chased
And faced him and his glowing red eyes

You'd never thought you'd see the day
But things got worse
Scores of them came
And took your mundane life away

My demon will not let me die
He has already died once
That leaves you, two
Such fragile skin, soft cries

He never held you before
Not like this, not once
But now his arms are so cold
His heart beats no more

And me,
The number three
You can't push me aside
In your arms now I too reside

So this is how we've come to be
As the world around us dies
You,the one life
and one last warmth
In you our strength lies.

Three After Death In The Morningby ~chipiri

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

WOo a poem I was suddenly inspired to write on the way to school this morning. More about the Bad Touch Trio (aka, Franck Sebastian and Kavinsky)

Those three are copyright themselves
This poem is copyright me, please don't steal.

I was also inspired by this! [link]

~Xx-Bunny-sama-xX Nov 8, 2011

wow... 'tis beautiful

~chipiri Nov 8, 2011

thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it enough to comment! : D

~InsanitysArtist Nov 7, 2011 Student General Artist

Oh my good, this is so beautiful. ;A;
I can't even write a legit comment here right now, i'm trying but it's not working and fdkjghfletmelovethis.

~chipiri Nov 7, 2011

Oh thank you dear! anything you can quip my way is greatly appreciated, you know how I love comments <3

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