T-kun Unusual Wordsmith III

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

My Promise

This is how it is.
My mother,
A high class,
Girl.
My father,
A music commoner.
They met on a,
Trip,
And had me.
Because of this,
My life is at,
Risk.
Many people who know,
My parents before,
They died,
Promise to watch over.
Me.
I know its for,
Benefits.
They never really,
Cared.
But one did.
We are close,
As if we knew each,
Way before we were,
Born.
Our parents knew each.
That’s why we’re so,
Close.
I never thought,
This would happen.
Out of all my,
Friends,
I’m the youngest.
As my mother and,
Father before me.
Which means.
All my keeps,
Are at war,
With other family,
Members.
I will win.
And when I do,
I promise to give,
What I can get,
To my friends,
for what they did,
In return.
I won’t leave them,
As others did,
Before.
It would be bad.
I got to do,
This.
Or all my,
Family’s work,
Will all be in,
Vain.
I stay alive,
For my family.
I got to do this.
Or there is,
No point in,
Living.

List of…

Blood.
Pain.
Sadness.
Hunger.
Joyless.
Heartless.
Lost.
Sinner.
Loser.
Loveless.
Hurt.
Tears.
Lust.
Power.
Greed.
Sex.
Rape.
Shameless.
Guilt.
Murder.
A short list,
Of what this is.
What do they,
Mean and for,
What?
What Can this list be,
Used for?
Why do I read,
Them?
I cry.
Yet have a,
Brave face.
For theses around me,
Think the world,
Don’t have them.
Maybe…
Maybe…
Or not!
I could be crying,
For joy and,
Happiness.
To know the world,
Is just not,
Nice.
Maybe…
Maybe…
This list does,
Get longer.
Over time,
Things will be,
Added.
Not one will,
Be sweet or,
Loving.
But a strike,
To the heart.
That’s what they’ll,
Be.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Theses words,
Lead to sleepless,
Nights,
And risky,
Days.
Humans will be on,
The edge.
No matter what.
Blood and tears,
Will fall.
Drop by,
Drop.
By the blade of,
Life.
Sharp to the,
Point.
May it,
Cut deep and,
Realize what,
The world really,
Is.

Get Out

It hurts!
I can feel the,
Blood leave me.
What have I ever done to,
You.
I never hurt you.
We use to be so,
Close.
Now your dog shit.
You broke my leg,
I rip your arm.
You stab me in the,
Eye.
I cut off your,
Tongue.
No good bitch!
The pain you,
Have given me,
Will never,
Leave.
I hope you know,
That.
You reach for my,
Dick,
And I stab you,
In the heart.
You know I will.
I got nothing,
Left to lose.
Everything else was,
Taken by you.
Don’t act dumb.
Your to stupid,
To try.
Nothing will ever be,
The same.
Everything change,
And only you,
Are to be blame.
What the fuck!
There you go again!
You stupid cunt!
I’ll really fucking,
Rape you.
This pain only,
Grows,
The more I look at,
You.
Your ugly mug,
Makes me vomit.
Where!
Where!
Body-seller!
What could ever,
Mean to me.
Your not the one,
I fell in,
Love with.
Clear your pussy,
And leave.
Never come back!
I’ll fucking beat,
You again.
Get out!
Get out!
Are you retarded!?
Get the fuck,
Out of my,
Life!

River’s Story

My love is like a,
River.
I never end.
It has bumps,
And falls.
Its steep,
And painful.
That is my love.
Unless those damn,
Monsters that live in,
It and drink from it.
They must pay.
With their lives.
I want to be like,
Bottle water.
You can only have,
One lover.
Why must lust,
Be stronger then,
Pure holy love.
If I could cry.
I would.
But,
I’m a river,
All I am is water.
From the coldest,
Mountains,
To the wonderful,
Green lands.
I am at peace.
For how long?
That is very unclear,
To me.
The sea is one,
I want to become,
It shows purely,
No matter what.
The playful,
Children,
Who later become,
Adults.
I envy them.
I pray for a,
Unchain love.
No lust.
No greed.
No lies.
No badness.
Pure.
Clear.
Understanding.
Devoted.
And trustful.
We all need that.
I’m a river.
A long tale,
To tell.
Sit and wait.
Hear mother earth.
We all want to be,
Heard and loved.
Know my tale,
And see your not,
Alone.
No one should.
Not even a river.