T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

Leaving

“You can’t leave!
We need you!”
Your words mean,
Nothing to me.
You’re an ungrateful,
Bitch.
“If you really did,
Then why sleep with,
Him?”
You cut so deep.
“It met nothing!”
Lies from a whore.
To hurt to anything.
“Please, I’ll be,
Good!”
More lies.
The little ones are,
In view.
They are the only,
Pure ones.
“I’m taking the kids,
That is final.”
They know your hurt.
Thus they are pure.
“You just go out,
And say it.”
“As I recall.
You’re the one who,
Started it.”
“No…”
Walk away and,
Round the kids.
“We’re going for a,
Ride.”
Keep it safe.
“Mommy going?”
Pure,
No darkness in,
That light.
Why must it be,
Born from that,
Whore.
“No,
Just you,
Pete,
And Mikey.”
“Ok.”
Sweet as a angle.
“Bye mommy!”
“You can’t just do,
This!”
Block out the,
Devil.
“Good bye.”
Keep it short.
Less pain.
“David!
Please,
Don’t leave me!”
There is nothing more,
To say.

Lights

The room is dark.
Music plays.
The feeling of,
Others is far from,
Your mind.
Lights dance,
On the walls.
Bright,
Mesmerizing,
Colorful,
Lights.
Where do they,
Come from?
Pay no mind.
Just watch.
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
Green,
Many more,
Dance and,
Form.
The music,
Only gets,
Louder.
No one,
Makes a move,
Or sound.
Minds are at,
Peace.
Not even,
A whiny,
Baby could,
Destroy this.
More colors.
It’s an heaven,
Metal lullaby.
Can’t close,
Eyes.
Might miss,
Something.
The DJ,
Keeps the motion,
And sound,
In great,
Balance.
If he was off,
No one took,
It to mind.
Such great,
Colors.
Wish they,
Last forever.
My this,
Light show,
Never fade,
From the,
Mind.
May,
They always,
Be bright,
And awesome.
“Mommy,
When can we do,
It again?”
“The next,
Opening.
First in line.”
“I can’t wait!”
Joy is blasting.
So sad,
That was all,
A lie.
That show,
Was the last,
One.
The joyfulness,
Never came,
Back.

Poker Face

He walks alone,
Without a care,
In the world.
Wonders,
Endlessly,
On the green,
Plains.
Poker face all,
The way through.
Shows nothing.
Yet body and,
Soul show all.
The fear,
The pain,
The joy,
The laughter,
All in one,
Go.
Nothing stops this,
Man.
Only nods when,
Called out to.
He responds or,
Slowly falling,
Asleep.
No one knows,
Why he does,
This.
He just does.
Carefree and,
Unaware of things,
Around him.
The poker face,
Does not falter,
As the man,
Reaches the end,
Of the hill.
In time,
To see the,
Large star set,
Behind grey,
Mountains.
Over years,
He has been,
Doing this.
Alone,
Yes.
But does not,
Feel alone.
No he is at,
Peace.
He is where,
He’s meant,
To be.
Walking down,
The hill,
And off to,
Dream land.
Only to,
Reload,
And start all,
Over again.
Poker face,
Once again,
The he has to,
Show it.
But yet smiles,
On the inside.

Mighty Moon and Sun

Waves are crashing.
Salty smells fill,
The air.
The sea is clear,
And tame.
For now.
The full moon,
Will hover over,
It soon.
Cover the white,
Sand until there,
Is no more.
When there are,
No clouds and,
The stars show no,
Fear.
The only light in,
This darkness.
Oh how,
They are bright,
And ready.
They each,
Is a soul lost up,
There.
Watching the earth,
Shake and the,
Ocean takes its,
Course.
The biggest,
Rock out there,
Is the moon.
Monster of the,
Sea.
Commanding it,
To rise and fall.
Sending shivers,
To all who,
Touch its iciness,
Liquid glass.
Oh mighty moon.
Be kind.
Be gentle as,
You always,
Were.
Let the land,
Stay another,
Millennium.
We need it,
To live.
It’s crazy to,
Try to show,
Us that we,
Are worth to,
Stay.
Please mighty,
Moon.
Your brother,
The sun would,
Tell you the same.
Please,
Oh mighty,
Sun.
Tell moon.
Please…
Please…
Please.

Happiness

The night is cover,
In starlights.
The moon is nothing,
But a hangnail.
The forest is,
Calm.
Crickets are at,
Rest.
There is no one,
There.
I’m alone.
Should I hate it,
Or not.
I know it leaves,
A pain as I watch,
This alone.
Your not alone.
Oh,
It’s the other,
Me.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Then why are you,
Here?
Because your alone.
What’s your point?
I don’t like this,
To happen.
You think I,
Don’t need to be,
Alone.
No.
Thank you,
Nova.
Your welcome,
Nove.
We shall sit,
And look up,
At the sky.
Together.
Yes,
we should.
Like always.
For the last,
Ten years.
Happy eighteenth,
Birthday.
Nova…
Nove.
Such a nice,
Night.
Wish they end.
But they will.
And I’ll be,
Gone.
And I’ll wait,
To see you,
Again.
Like always.
What are sisters,
For.
Not trying to kill,
Each other.
That a joke.
Was it that,
Bad.
No comment.
Meanie.
Look a shooting,
Star!
Make a wish.
No you.
Both.
Count on three.
One…
Two…
Three…
I want,
Happiness.

Lays Still

The pain shows,
On his face.
I don’t think,
He can take it,
Anymore.
Takes in deep,
Breaths,
To slow or,
Dull the pain.
It works but,
Only for a bit.
This pain make,
It hard to walk,
And anything else,
That involves to,
Move.
The pain is so,
Much he could,
Die.
Will it go,
Away?
As the doll takes,
Another nibble to,
The chest.
The man falls once,
More.
The pain shows,
All over.
You can only,
Laugh at his,
Pain.
Laugh!
Laugh and know,
Why that this man,
Deserved it.
That bastard,
As live to long,
For all his sins.
He must die,
Or no,
Confection,
Will ever request,
To you.
Let that thing,
Have what he is,
Long over due,
For.
That man must,
Get.
His.
Punishment.
You grin as,
You stab the doll,
One more,
Time.
Blood leaks from,
His mouth and,
Eyes.
He’s dying but,
Slowly.
To slowly.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Rip his eyes,
Out!
Tear him limb,
From limb.
Squeeze him til,
He breaths,
No more.
Yes,
You can feel,
Yourself live,
Once more.
As he lays still.

Lost feelings

Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Theses petals lie.
I can’t choose,
What to feel.
Love.
Hate.
Run out already.
I have to know,
What this feeling,
Is.
Hate…
No Love…
Or was it hate.
Damn it.
Now I go to,
Start over.
Never to know,
What this feeling is.
Happens every time,
I look at that,
Face.
I want to kiss,
And then beat,
With a baseball,
Bat.
There has to be,
What this feeling,
Is.
I just have to,
Know.
I want to know,
If this one worth,
It or just a trash,
Like all the others.
Love.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
Thinking this over,
Do I want to know,
What is new?
Is that face,
Worth knowing what,
Feelings I have.
Damn it!
I give up.
This is something,
Flowers can’t do,
For you.
I could just ask.
No!
Then that’ll make,
Me more then a love,
Sick puppy.
I don’t know what,
To do.
I just feel lost,
Anew.
No hate or,
Love.
Just emptiness.
That I want to,
Fill.
Yet,
I don’t know,
What to fill,
It with.
I’m lost.

Cast the Spell

Magic.
Flying.
Spells.
The world that,
Is unknown to,
Others but is,
Real to the,
Young.
For all that world,
Can’t be touch.
Yet few have,
Dared.
Oh pity,
Them.
Turn them to,
Dust with a,
Flick of your,
Wrist.
Never be weak.
Transform them,
Into a toad,
Or a bug.
Squish.
Not a pitiful,
Person.
Use it for,
Good.
Live long and,
Be rich.
The unreal is there,
For a reason.
Use it.
Don’t be afraid.
Your not a,
Gutless witch.
That gift is,
For you to,
Use in anyway.
Don’t give me,
The weepiness,
Of a cock.
I know you,
Not.
Just flick your,
Wrist and make,
Your dream come,
Alive.
I know you better,
Then this.
Don’t live in,
Fear.
Be the fear and,
Be brave from,
It.
Saved the pity,
If that’s what,
You want.
Don’t fly away,
From what your,
Meant for.
I know you can,
Cast this spell.
Just try.
Like others before,
You.

Voice of Reason

Start writing.
Start writing.
Shut your fucking,
Trap.
It’s sending my,
Ears to the,
Hospital with,
Your annoying,
Voice.
God,
I hear that voice,
And I just want to,
Shot my,
Freaking head,
Off.
Just shut up.
What more do,
You want from us.
We’re just kids.
Not great,
Poets.
We’re not dogs,
So don’t treat,
Us as one.
Ya bastard.
Man,
Your voice is so,
Dead and depressing,
That it could make,
The dead yell at,
You.
Just give up,
Already.
Your not the best,
You know.
I bet the twins,
Could take you,
Down and bench-
Press in over,
Twenty flat.
This sucks and,
just knowing,
That your there,
Gives me a,
Headache.
Just shut up,
And drop dead.
God,
I want no more,
From you.
Just shut up.
I can’t take this,
Anymore.
Damn it!

Something to Write

What to write?
What to write?
I’m at a lost.
Not sure what this,
Story could be.
Might be real life.
School.
Zombies.
Dragons.
Who knows,
The skies the limit,
In this little book.
Could be love.
Murder.
Peace.
War.
Who knows?
This brain is checking,
The files and seeing,
What could happen.
Friends.
Family.
News retold.
Misguided history.
What could it be?
What could it be?
Wait how about,
This one?!
Naw,
Remade it twice.
Looking for,
Something.
Anything.
Death.
Hell.
Witches.
Mermaids.
Gayness.
Come on there’s,
Got to be something,
That has not been toy,
With.
Zoo.
Space.
Monkeys.
Dogs.
Come on!
Man,
Who does the filing?
Oh…
Wait!
Never mind.
The cabins are starting,
To look dry here.
I got to write,
Something.
Fresh.
Road trips.
Short plays.
Here we go,
At least it’s,
Something.

The Lost

Screams fill the air.
Time is ticking.
The ball flies.
Feels that time is,
Slowing for this,
Glories moment.
When for a moment,
That this was right.
The ball is caught,
By a large bird.
It’s over for them.
One yells to ask,
Where the hell,
That damn bird,
Came from.
Now years later,
The losing of thirty-six,
Year lost is for and,
Ever will be cruse.
That night!
That one night.
Everything changed.
Nothing seem right,
Anymore.
It could have been,
A grand win.
Yet that bird had to,
Scar the team,
Forever.
Why oh why!
How could this,
Ever happen?
Will this cruse,
Every die and they,
Maybe…
One time…
Get the game…
They deserve to…
Win.
But until that happens.
They will forever,
Be known as the,
“Kill Base”.
And their foes,
The Eagles will,
Always remain on,
Top of it all.
Oh how the world,
Can be so unkind,
To those who try.

Paint til due Date

I never want to do,
That again.
Hours and hours,
Painting.
I never thought,
I would hate painting,
Until that very day.
Oh god.
My fingers are just,
Numb.
Damn it!
Zo could have at least,
Work a little harder,
With,
The brush.
Me and Dave,
Were like the ones,
Working.
The clock’s ticking,
I swear,
Is getting louder,
And louder,
We have what…
Shit…
Four hours to get all this,
Done.
Damn that man.
I don’t care if this is,
How I’ll lose.
He is just to
Blame.
I swear.
If I every get
My hands,
On that bony,
Thin,
Neck of his.
Snap!
Crack!
Rip!
Oh that man is so,
Dead.
Just have to grit,
My teeth and do this,
Now.
Its for the,
Children.
3,862…
3,863…
3,864…
3,865…
I can do this.
3,866…
3,867…
3,868…
3,869…
3,870…
3,871…
3,872…
3,873…
My hands feel so,
Weak.
I can…