I strangled a mockingbird and laid it in the sun.
I pierced its heart with an arrow to hills where water runs.
I held my kitten by its scruff and pushed it down the stairs.
I felt the love and felt the hate and all malformed and fair.
I took his heart and twisted it and pushed in the mud.
I took a knife and washed it in his salty scarlet blood.
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A/N: Can be somewhat sung to the verses of the Pokemon theme.
Yep, I just killed the mood.
(I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was...)
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
