T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

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My World

My heart can’t take it,
Anymore.
Seeing someone close to me,
Will leave my life,
Forever.
By another.
That back stabber.
Only doing so,
Because I wanted that,
One.
The one that made,
My heart sing with,
A smile or laugh.
If I ever see that,
Traitor within a,
Meter of me.
Bam!
Pow!
Smack!
I’ll make sure,
That foe will,
Never walk,
Again.
Or never rise,
Again.
I’ll break that part,
Just to be sure.
God!
They make me so,
Mad.
Always taking,
Never giving.
Oh no!
Their coming.
Hand in hand.
My heart stops.
Dies.
Turns to dust.
My world is,
Destroyed now.
That fucker,
Took my heart.
With a damn,
Kiss.
They stop when I,
Come in view.
No don’t mind,
Me.
Don’t mind the person,
Who’s going to kill,
You in your sleep.
I look up to you,
Has a sibling,
And how I see you,
Now.
Is a bastard.
With a cold,
Soul.
Feeding off others,
Warm,
Heart-filled,
Child-like,
Souls.
I swear on,
My mother’s,
Grave.
You’ll get yours.
Yes you will.
And I will get,
Back my world.

Seasons

The land is green.
Rivers of clear blue,
Slice through it.
Brown of trees,
Lay tall above,
The green land.
Red and yellow,
Soon cover it.
It moves fast as,
Lighting.
Leaving nothing,
Un-touch.
The land is,
Soon nothing but,
Black waste.
The light echos,
Of prey and,
Hunter,
Are no more.
The storms are dry,
And slim.
White soon covers,
The land.
Falling from mix,
Gray skies.
Its cold and lonely.
The land is,
Nothing but,
Wasteland.
Winter is gone.
Springs hops in,
Place.
Replace with a,
Blaze of,
Summer.
A bipolar,
Fall smacks in.
Leaving but another,
Winter to happen.
This is what,
Nature is.
An endless,
Cycle.
It repeats,
Over and over.
Til there is nothing,
But endless,
Time.
When will this,
Stop and there is,
Nothing left.
Who will be the,
Person to see,
The sun or,
The moon?
When will the,
Seasons stop?
When will people know,
We are only,
Human.
Why do any of us not,
See it?
When will anyone,
See that?
When in the hell,
Will theses tears,
Stop and I can,
Smile one more,
Time.
Bye.

Bloodily Test

Time!
I don’t have it!
I’m going to fail!
Math!
French!
Global!
Fuck!
I’m doom.
Why did I have,
To go to that,
Party.
Stupid Frank.
And that Cece!
I should have,
Said no.
Not with this,
Slow up to take,
Brain.
I got plaster.
Mom freak,
When I came,
Home.
Got belt by,
Dad.
God damn-it!
I should have,
Study!
Oh-no,
The teacher,
Is coming.
Remain calm.
Be calm.
The steps are,
Getting louder.
I think,
I’m having a,
Heart attack!
No don’t call,
My name.
I did most of,
My work.
Put the ruler,
Down.
Ow!
My hands,
Are hurting!
I can feel,
The blood.
I should have,
Study.
The test will,
Come after,
This.
My blood,
Will stain the,
Test.
I don’t have a,
Pen or,
Pencil.
Blood is all I,
Got.
A week will fly,
By and the test,
Will come back.
I pass.
What the fuck.
Is the teacher,
On drugs or,
Something.
Though I’m going,
To say anything.
But I think,
I’ll go to the next,
Party and get,
Laid this time.
Yeah,
That would,
Awesome.

Flow with it

Nope this won’t flow,
This way or that,
Way.
I can’t work like this.
I just can’t.
Who can?
The boss is gone,
On a fishing trip,
And we’re left with,
His son.
Oh god!
Shot me now!
Blow my brains,
To pieces.
I will not work,
With a man like,
That who has a,
Five year old,
Brain.
But my jobs on,
The line.
Damn it.
Where the hell,
Are the papers?
What will come,
Of this?
Damn it!
Paper cut.
Band-aid,
Band-aid.
Oh here we go.
Now I got this,
Under control.
Oh man.
Here comes the boss’s,
Son.
Just keep your cool.
No bad thoughts,
And work.
If he keeps his hands,
To himself.
That pervert,
How many times do,
I have to hell him.
I don’t flow that,
Way.
When will he,
Take the hint!
Gross!
I can feel his hand,
On my ass.
Keep cool.
Don’t slap.
Just move out of,
Arms reach.

Changeless

The sea is calm.
Winds blew a soft,
Breeze.
Earth moves slow,
As a land turtle.
Leaves change and,
Fall.
The pace is a pain,
Yes.
But it’s worth it.
Nothing could ever,
Be this grand.
It’s a well known,
Fact.
What can change,
That.
It would like winter,
With a hot sunny,
Day and summer,
Getting warm not,
Pass twenty-five.
That would be cold.
The earth must spin.
Sea’s waves should,
Never stop crashing.
Breezes of winds,
Should always be,
Gentle.
A fact is a fact.
What would be the,
Point of changing,
That?
Day without light.
Night without stars.
The world would be,
As it was for that fact.
A fact will always,
Remain that.
Let ice be cold.
Sun warm.
Grass green.
Blood red.
Nothing should change,
People would be in,
Tears and fall,
Apart.
It’s a change no,
One should make.
Not that would matter,
To those of the,
Cold blooded type.
They would see,
It.
Not like the way,
We do.