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Poetry Be Advised

TheTwighlight

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Be Advised


Find the killer with no known victims, spread like a virus with no known symptoms.
Occupation is not a test.
Let the chaos awaken nests.
Is it midnight, or is it noon?
Am I reversed, or just confused?
My psychology becomes so cryptic I must be specific as my common sense descends.

I bend like a politician behind the Black Curtain.
Hand me a First Aid kit: when I catch this kid,
I might hurt him.
I dig a six foot hole
six feet deeper than you'll know.
Should they ever find his body,
they will never find his soul.
And so I'd like to note: Black Phillip is my finest goat.
Turnkeys guard my autograph.
Identities lie decomposed.

Suffer through the bladed splinters shifting through the coldest winters.
Phobias shall fold me up.
Se7en guests inside my locket second guess the mind of God, and soon are doomed to my debut.

Time invokes the Crimson Grip.
Memories I seldom skip.
Somnolence and innocence recede hiatus...
 
Thank you so much. This was written in jail, and in retrospect it seems like a horror novel.
You write so well in such trying settings. Obviously I wish your circumstances were less difficult, but I like your work.
 
Be Advised


Find the killer with no known victims, spread like a virus with no known symptoms.

Occupation is not a test.
Let the chaos awaken nests.
Is it midnight, or is it noon?
Am I reversed, or just confused?
My psychology becomes so cryptic I must be specific as my common sense descends.

I bend like a politician behind the Black Curtain.
Hand me a First Aid kit: when I catch this kid,
I might hurt him.
I dig a six foot hole
six feet deeper than you'll know.
Should they ever find his body,
they will never find his soul.
And so I'd like to note: Black Phillip is my finest goat.
Turnkeys guard my autograph.
Identities lie decomposed.

Suffer through the bladed splinters shifting through the coldest winters.
Phobias shall fold me up.
Se7en guests inside my locket second guess the mind of God, and soon are doomed to my debut.

Time invokes the Crimson Grip.
Memories I seldom skip.
Somnolence and innocence recede hiatus...
bolded my fave lines because it was a strong start & strong finish to a pretty fairly strong first paragraph. amazingly captivating right off the bat = can't always be done w/ all forms of literature/writers' styles. Very well done.
 
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