perhaps it is the universe's joke played on my life that I keep ending up walking down the roads to nowhere.
I end up finding a way to somewhere but not in the normal ways. I have no tether to the right road and truthfully I don't know if I want one, for I have learned more from being lost than I ever could if I followed some plan.
I will gladly walk those roads to nowhere and find myself lost and learning than to follow the plan and be miserable.
BTW I posted a poem a couple of days ago and I said I was not sure if it belonged in kissed by Verse. I think it does not. I am going to open a new volume for it and this one…
I see the rage monster you try to hide, And I wonder if the monster as you see it is not but an injured animal within.
Injured animals strike at anything within reach. And as I refuse to leave your side... Well perhaps you are not the monster you think you are...
*note Right now this is sitting in the Kissed by Verse volume. I am not positive it fits the theme but I am also unsure it does not. My mind may change before publication of that volume.
okay I set up the prompts and I already did this one once because it was stuck in my head but I really am trying to do the pad challenge using the Fae Corps Publishing prompts so …
my response is :
daisy chains tied us together in flowers and paper
childhood memories tree trimmings and moments in the world
each one precious each one unique a chance to be young eternally
Excitement abounds I almost can’t wait Relax, I don’t want your baby I already ate Though I do tend to generally kill Kill things that don’t fight back I see this village What does it hold? What shall I butcher them with Fire or cold? Running from me sure you’d think ‘He’s a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!’ I’d kill kittens and puppies and bunnies I’d maim toddlers and teens and then more You see a wife? I see a widow But what then? Can’t you see? I’d kill four! I want to incinerate and decapitate I want to melt Want to melt some faces Watching the peasants…what do they call it? Ahh…grieve! I suppose that being undead there’s not much to life A soul is needed for loving…feeling… How does this all not make me…what’s that word again? Heave! You’ve nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Your village will burn like the heart of the sun! With infinite glee It’s going to be me That slaughters the world! How could I glare into these eyes And then not stab them? How could I stare at their loss And then not laugh? I’d cut him in half Then I’d graft His head back onto his shoulders Or after I’d lop it I’d make a puppet On top of a staff! I am a lord that is sometimes bored Have some urges and need to fulfill them After my mayhem I simply don’t…what’s the word? Care! The stench in the air The smell of the gore The carnage far greater than any war My legacy Death becomes…me! I’ll slaughter the world
My 2 cents –
okay I am in a silly mood. this is one of two great parody songs that the looking for group comic guys put together with an animated video for. I love them both.
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