Beginning of the End of Days“Exquisite nymph! Forgive me.Beginning of the End of Days by Neo128
If my approach defies convention;
Your delightfully nubile aspects
Have commanded my attention.”
“May we, my darkly lovely lass,
Skip formal introduction?
I merely wish to hone my skills
In the cold art of seduction.”
“I can clearly see you’re new here;
A fresh cog in our machine
(I jump to no conclusions, dear—
Your aura smells too clean).”
“I‘ve the morals of a centaur,
And an aim as sure as death.
The witch-king cursed me a thousand times
(Not bad for a dying breath).”
“See you speak no ills of the newly dead
(A faux pas in our dark duchy;
Being dead ain’t what it used to be—
These days they're downright touchy).”
“If you wish, I’ll take you to the beach.
We’ll rent chairs and watch the slaughter
(You can’t imagine the gruesome things
That crawl out of the water).”
"We'll peruse disreputable wo
UntitledThe Apostate’s PrayerUntitled by Neo128
Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger?
I can endure not one day more.
They promised me the Messenger
Was knocking at the door.
His gentle words transfixed me,
And bore up the hearts of men.
He said I only need believe,
To be guiltless once again.
His empathy beguiled my soul.
My faith he did endow.
He swore that he’d return someday.
Oh, how I need him now.
Oh, Father, where’s the Messenger
I’ve pinned my hopes upon?
“He’s come and gone!” My Father laughed.
“He’s, long since, come and gone!”
Meta-Stasis Consider the beast, serenity,Meta-Stasis by Neo128
Ferocious in all her aspects;
As beneficial to peace of mind
As Spain was to the Aztecs.
Behold the demon, tranquility
(The devil keeps her score);
Stunning in her ugliness,
As virtuous as a whore.
Have you seen the hellcat, amenity?
She, even now, gives birth
To horrors of every vile kind
That rise, and walk the Earth.
Equanimity, you termagant.
What evils do you, now?
Is there no perversion you’ll not perform?
—No sin you won’t avow?
What slanders do I speak, you cry?
Virtues termed abominations?
Ah! You’ve not sensed my psyche, friend.
Nor perceived its applications.
Then There Was That Time With the ElephantThen There Was That Time With the ElephantThen There Was That Time With the Elephant by TheKerwinator
There is a tiny, yellow elephant in my room.
This elephant, it doesn’t have tusks, and I do believe its tail is wrapped in ribbon. It doesn’t move like an elephant should; it’s more like a rabbit. It hops into the air with each step, and then floats back to the ground with ballerina grace.
I have been watching this elephant for some time. It had crawled out from under the desk in the corner about two hours ago. It felt around the hardwood with its delicate trunk; I felt around the couch for the bottle. I am feeling sorry for myself (again). This morning you walked out (again). I scowl as I remember the way you insulted my play-in-progress. You said a drunk, unemployed idiot like me would never get to Broadway.
The tiny pack animal has yet to acknowledge me. It prefers to skip across the desk, sniffing and feeling bits of crumpled paper and broken pencil leads. It did not pause at my half-eaten sandwich.
I think to
Anger has its own agenda
Despite all you’ve been told.
It lives for the sake of conflict,
And chafes at being controlled.
Hate hasn’t anger’s candor.
It’s more of a backseat scold.
When it’s alone it holds its tongue;
But, in crowds, it's exceedingly bold.
Love’s a mercurial creature,
That has plagued us since days of old;
Bequeathing the taste of ashes
When its ardent flame goes cold.
Me for the realm of reason,
Where emotions are mere fool's gold,
And rational judgments reign supreme
As impassive wolves in the fold.
Approach him not, you common things,
Nor hopes of love evince.
No seat of fellowship is found
In the realm of the jaguar prince.
Venerate his magnificence,
Exalt his ascendant star,
Revere the very thought of him,
But do so from afar.
He holds inviolate the rites
Of devout self-adoration,
And must disdainfully dismiss
All things beneath his station.
Seek you not for answers
As to why he's built his wall,
For I know him better than anyone,
And I know him—not at all.