She goes to sleep
Just before the moon appears
She can't stand the sight of it
It reminds her of that day

The rocket soared into space
And crashed into the moon
It was a half moon when
She heard the news

But even in pure daylight
The half moon appears
And the memories flood back

I come home late,
Oh God!

The house is on fire,
The redness engulfs it,
Like a ghost hugging it,
But it's not all bad,
At least I'll have an excuse,
On why I didn't do my homework.

But wait!
My possessions!

I dash,
And frantically look,
For my childhood teddy bear,
The memories, the soft fur,
The round shape and.....
Oddly disproportionate face.

I grab it while it's half aflame,
I slam it on the wall,
The flame vanishes.

Next is my notebook,
All my terrible writing ideas are there,
No world, you will not be spared of them.

The smoke chokes me,
But I linger on,
Reaching my room,
Behind the crimson flame laughing,
Inviting me for a hot BBQ.

Jumping like Super Mario,
I smash through the window,
My belongings within my bear hug.
It's like I jumped on a cactus.

The wet redness doesn't matter,
Only my two friends do.

In the dead of night, the systems start,
The smelly men slam me,
Leaving me with whiplash.
A free entrance, I am,
Only staying there
To keep the cold wind from getting in,
Where the whores dance,
A repeated cycle.

I Close my eyes
And go to sleep,
Pure blackness I see,
Blurry visions occur.

A black man yells at me
In a classroom,
"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

I travel further down
To a rabbit hole-like thing.
I see a piranha
Throwing up chainsaws.

Then I'm a prisoner,
Chained with others,
In my own garden.
I Blink and somehow
I'm being chased by a tiger.

A black hole appears
It swallows the universe

And farts out a new one,
I meet a giant pink owl,
"What is going on?" I ask.
The owl says "Salve Domine".
Excuse me?
"ἔφην χαίρε, κύριε''.
The earth crumbles
Beneath my feet.
Suddenly flowers are around
my neck squezzing and singing
!how lovely
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vrbdjab the new trznje
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A cat,
A bat,
Heheeh,
Your lunch!
They grew mouths
And massive teeth,
Blood-red eyes and then they attacked.
I wake up in cold sweat, panting,
I can't remember anything
Of what I dreamt.

The big, thick thing walked,
Hairy, scaly, brownie,
Giraffe neck, hands like a pan,
A tan like a burned cookie,
A stomach growl like a broonie,
A tail like a cat,
It sat,
Looking for ice cream.

The ball is sometimes yellow.
The ground shakes like a coconut tree.
Days are a deep purple.

Walking on ash,
Never-ending maze,
A bright hole in front,
The light pierces through the darkness;
It's a train.

A lump in the throat
Every time I drink
It's like a piece of meat is stuck
A thick ball inside
Like a creature crawling inside
Every time I swallow it's there
Stuck and nothing I can do
Please go away
I have enough problems as is

No more Mr. Nice Guy
No more you using me
No more you taking advantage of me
No, no, no, no
Will you do my homework?
Yes
Will you do everything for the project?
Yes
Will you let me win?
Yes
No more Mr. Nice Guy
From now on I'm a lone wolf
No more you using me
No more you taking advantage of me
No, no, no, no
Will you be stupid for me?
Yes
Will you wear the shirt I demand?
Yes
Will you give me your money?
Yes
I can never show my true self on the outside
Instead, it's stuck inside a hollow shell

As fierce as a lynx
As silent as an owl
I hunt in the dead of night

Black or gray,
Burning one organism, destroying it.
Even though I stare at the burned wood,
The ashes don't reveal what they burned.
Ash makes a memory of before and wipes it away;
Sometimes it moves with the wind or...
A black kitten sleeps in it,
"Ashley!"

Sit, stay, stand all day,
it's quite a bore.
I'm like a dog obeying its master,
Flying further from my boss I try,
but I'm like an ostrich running from a cheetah.

Sometimes she sways somewhere else,
that's when I can breathe.
I head to the park and feed pigeons,
green, black, white and fat necks,
small orange claws like a dinosaur,
how cute you are even though you smell
Like a 15 year old toothbrush.

I blink and 10 of them appear,
they start attacking one another,
God, what have I created?
One of them hops on my shoe,
"Ever entered in evening dances, human?"

I scream and run away,
never feeding pigeons again.

I see a blood-red sky,
I see the black night engulf it,
I ponder about my tomorrow.

Camouflaged in the green,
Walking like a dinosaur,
Big beak, chubby body,
Looking like a chicken,
Behaving like a dog,
Cheeks like a hamster,
Only in New Zealand.

It's dirty from the storm.
It's dirty from the crumbling buildings outside.
It's dirty from the machines.

One bunny hops,
The other reads.
One bunny cooks,
The other sleeps.
One bunny swims,
The other is on a tree.
It's like 101 Dalmatians,
Except it's 101 bunnies
Jumping beneath the pink sky,
Reading from the giant's book,
Avoiding the sly fox.
Bunnies here,
Bunnies there,
Bunnies everywhere.

Building is my special skill
No more baking and taking
From now on I build for the thrill

Clenching my hand on the door knob,
I opened the hollow void.

I scanned through it;
The dark place was filled with cobwebs,
Just like I had left it.

Taking my first steps,
I felt like I was on the moon.

Then a bright light shone,
Revealing the broken tables and
Scattered pictures of a previous life.

I touched them and they gave off an old,
Uneasy feeling - something forgotten that
Hadn't been touched for decades.

Then a familiar rooster's call was heard,

I'm home again.

My insides are crumbling.
They only see the raging flood as gold.

Alright, it's time for the rock to clench its thirst and
Become pure again.
Cause I know the heat can be an enemy.
Do not praise the sun blindly.
Everything has a downside.

For now, look ahead.
Go on, look!
Her eyes are as yellow as wheat.
Inside are billions of nuclear bombs.
Just imagine its power – we are simply bumblebees to her.

Knowing this doesn't change much, as
Lame as it may seem.
My advice is to simply not blindly praise the sun.
Nothing is as great as a rock.

Open your squishy, fat, red little organ.
Promise me to bash the sun every now and then and ignore
Quantum physics – it's human-engineered madness.

Right now, the sun is our focus.
Shining and burning our hair, there's a counter against it.
Today, next day and next day, we will get an
Umbrella to shield ourselves from the sun and eat
Vanilla ice cream.

What do you think of my reasonings? I know they're not as clear as
X-rays, but they still matter.
You must hear me out, do not be a
Zombie of the world.

The mellow sun rises.
The sky is like a half-cooked omelet.

A bird flies into the room. Its feathers are like silver knives.
A heart-shaped face, a sweet delight,
It stores 60 million years of knowledge.

Eyes are a black hole.
It flies like a silent ninja.
Master of the night, the nocturnal Barn Owl.

Its blue feathers lay next to the black and white wooden shape.
With its precise claws, it picks away at the keyboards,
One by one, a sound is flowing – a melody of salty water streaming down
The dry cactus, being born again.
The melodies soothe through the day.
Moved by the sound both predator and prey,
Just for this one moment.

Smash the Pumpkins
Smash the banana
Banana filled with spiders
Banana filled with mold
Mold that is black
Black as ash
Black as a pipe
Pipe of gold
Pipe now filled with shit
Shit covers the walls
Shit covers the floor
Floor of disaster
Floor of that smell
Smell of a skunk
Smell of a plastic bag
Bag left abandoned in the wild
Bag polluting the river
River of gold
River devoured by mankind
Mankind is not so kind
Mankind is not so kind
Kind kind kind kind
Kind kind kind no
No one is kind
No one cares
Cares for nature
Cares for the orange pumpkins
Pumpkins that get smashed
Pumpkins that did no wrong
Wrong is a made-up word
Wrong is a word of fantasy
Fantasy is reality
Fantasy is god
God is human
God is us
Us all love
Us all adore
Adore our ruthlessness
Adore our smashing of the pumpkins
Pumpkins that are animals
Pumpkins that are plants
Plants have no feelings, they say
Plants deserve to be destroyed
Destroyed to a crisp
Destroyed like a house
House Burning
Burning
House

One day, two days
Two days, one bed
One bed, one lamp
One lamp, two desks
Two desks, one cat
One cat, two walls
Two walls, one pink
One pink, one blue

Smelling boiling soup
Hot, red and orange
Chair, table, spoon, plate
Dusk and new dawn

All
Books
Can
Definetly
Endure
Force
Good
Holes
Inside
Jokers
Kittens
Laugh
More
Now
Opressevly
Pondering
Questioning
Rudeness
Situations
That
Unites
Vatican
Widows
Xeric
You
Zephyr

The child went strolling,
And the breathing showed,
All the echoes and whirlwinds blurred.

The foolish, tarnished hot spring,
And unregulated beauty of a slushie,
And the glancing river, trying to flush the slushie away.

Paralyzed every time in there.
Walls filled with paintings of gray walls.
Now they paint them red.

Rock those American thighs babe.
Legs of muscle squezze while I tussle.
Don't worry I won't escape.

I am drinking tea, and eating fish.
But a mouse, with fancy clothes, pops out of my tea!
He asked me to make a wish.

I asked for infinite wishes.
The mouse said no,

So I called in the cat,
And the mouse ran.

A bag that's red,
I keep it close to my bed.
So when I wake up,
I'll know where to throw up,
And the puke won't spread.

The golden-purple diamond of the Congo rests in the Museum of Ages.
But the egg-eating lizard sees no difference.

The security guards play a game of chance.
The lizard, hungry for white and yellow mushy eggs.

The cloudy autumn wind sends leaves glued to the windows,
Blocking the light, creating a cloud of darkness.
Everything masked by it inside.

The lizard uses the dark cloud and steals the fork,
The diamond, and speeds off.

Speeds off on his hind legs, running like Sonic to Costa Rica.
The face of the manager looking like a hundred thunderstorms.

He's always high,
Smells like a garbage man,
Hates the sun as much as a vampire,
Always wears shades,
Always speaks nonsensical philosophies,
But I can't get enough of him.

Those deep green eyes
Are like a forest's maze.

Hair blacker than a raven's.

The Hawaiian shirt he wears makes me laugh.
So funny unintentionally.

The cologne he puts on once in a Solar Eclips sends shivers down my body.

I want to touch your skin more than just a handshake.
I want cuddles, snuggles and hugs.
I want to kiss your lips to see if they're as soft as they seem.

But I'm terrified of what you think.
A secret locked in a treasure chest, buried underground,
With the key thrown away, lost forever.

Don't freak out, accept my invitation.
That day will come,
But for now, I should enjoy my time with you.

Put your friend on a ship
Friendship
The fly lands on butter
Butterfly
Don't forget the suit and the case
Suitcase

Strong as steel
Tall as a seal
Smelling like apple pie
Jumping like a jaguar high on mushrooms
A clap like a thunderstorm
When the birds sing I go to sleep

Flowing river in front,
Tainted by the garbage of man.
The trash can is in front, yet no one cares.

My presentation sucks
Doing them is tough
Like a hard dough
...
Wait those two words don't rhyme ah fucks

A veil, aging.
A cool breeze, smothered by the heat.
A wall, painted from yellow to blue to red.

Wish you were here to see my room.
Wish you were here to see me grow.
Wish you were here to see my smile.

A graveyard, forgotten and decaying.
A small piece of grass, dried up.
A life passing by without you.

Wish you were here to see the sapphire moon.
Wish you were here to still touch my fingertips.
Wish you were by my side.

The cold ice and the bottle are the only two I posses.

I remember when we saw the ice kingdom,
The snow falling onto the waves, vanishing,
Melting one by one but slowly overcoming the water
And creating its own image.

By myself, it's lonely, you know.
Years go by, but the ocean never changes.

Sometimes I wish to swim in it, but the
Eternal cold always lingers.
Rays of light come and go, but you'll
Always be in my memory.

We were inseparable.
I took you everywhere with me,
You were my favorite toy.

Snuggled up to my chest while I slept.
A soft bunny with a round head.

The two black buttons that are your eyes,
Bore no life,
But to me, they did.
You were full of life to me.

Your smell I remember.
Like the smell of soap cleaning clothes.

You were my guardian knight,
Protecting me from the aliens of the night sky.

But time happened,
You decayed and crumbled as the years went on,
Bit by bit falling apart.
The soft white fur you once had turned yellow,
Your smell turned sour,
You lost an arm, you lost an ear,
Your eyes fell off, disappearing, forgotten.

No more soft,
You were hard,
All that was left of you was a single cloth now,
But even that went away.

A small child holding a juice bottle in my left hand,
And you on my right, never knowing the future set in stone.

It is so warm,
It's like I'm attacked by a swarm
Of fire bees.
I try to cool off below the trees,
But it's still too warm.

A crown made of bones,
An empire of sunflowers.
You tell the truth; the mirror lies.
Mountain peak, Mariana Trench,
I am in the middle,
Neither land, nor sky.
A self-proclaimed king with no real crown.

Walk till your feet are sore.
Walk till your knees are weak.
Walk till your hair burns from the sun.

Well-combed beard,
Eyeing the towering waves,
A small dinosaur perched on his right shoulder,
Exiled to the seas, searching for the lost gold,
Of the island of lost souls.

We never have time to enjoy our childhood.
Nagged by adults.

Forcing quick progress.
Hating the innocence.
Seeing us as machines.

When will you grow up?
Why are you so slow in learning?
What career do you want?

Taught to respect authority.
But the crown is full of barbed wire.

Lives in the deep ocean, under a rock.
It's important to him to wind up the clock,

Exactly at 3 am, that's when he has a burger for breakfast.
Then, quietly returns to bed, as going out is a task too vast.

No fancy attire, just his skin, pink and bare.
His best friend's a fry cook; a strong friendship they share.

Together, they go jellyfishing,
While Squidward keeps wishing

For them to move out.
But Patrick, our star, has no doubt.

He always tries a new plan, despite having no brain.
He, with his summer shorts, ventures in an never-ending campaign.

This is not the Krusty Krab – simply not true!
It is our pinhead wonder – yes, Patrick, it's you.

Wrinkled hands, calloused from years,
cradle a flickering ember.
Eyes, wells of stories,
reflect the dying light.

Wait.

Let the embers cool,
become a memory warm, not fierce.
There's wisdom in the ash,
a gentle heat for a new dawn.

Staying up all night,
seeing the sun fade.

A dry summer day is about to turn.

The sky becomes a dormant pitch black.
The birds fly away in a hurry from the darkening clouds.

Quick yellow lightning splashes the clouds silently.
Monstrous thunder shakes the skies.
One second dark, one second the world is lit
on fire as if it were a bright summer day.

Raging rain pours onto the land,
raining like it were the age of dinosaurs.

Then, silence.

The birds come out singing, but the rain
returns, muffling the morning tunes.
It stops, and the black sky surrenders to the blue.

An irrelevant moment in time, seen through the eyes of a night owl.

Crimson jaws, nectar so sweet,
Lures the careless, tiny feet.
Once inside, a velvet tomb,
Digestive kiss seals the doom.

Some say Jesus is our savior.
To me, it is the air conditioner.

The heat shatters the concrete, melting hands.
It turns the cool breeze into a sandstorm.

It's as if the Sahara had arrived in Europe.
Then, the thing on the wall gets turned on.

It blows a breath mint of cool air like Superman.
I stop sweating like a madman, and my lungs get to live another day.

Weathered oak,
Patient and steady.
Once sapling, reaching for the sun,
Now grounded, a witness to the rain.

Cups clink, laughter shared,
Salty tears stain my worn grain.
Family feasts, childhood games,
I hold the weight of joy and pain.

Scribbled notes, homework sprawled,
Lonely meals in the middle of the night
I've seen love letters whispered,
And dreams being planted.

Maps unfold on my surface vast,
Journeys planned with eager hands.

Though silent, I remember all,
The echoes of lives that have passed.
I am the table, ever strong,
A steadfast beat that forever lasts.

Slow-moving creature, quite a sight,
Lazy days in the jungle, giving leaves a bite.
Often with a smile hangs upside down.
Tree-dweller, visiting the water to swim, refuses to drown.
He is so slow no predator can sense him, an ability quite alright.

Lord of the castle, with a golden crown,
Agitated by the appearance of the pink-haired clown.
Under the fiery dragon, he dances and makes awful jokes.
Grateful for his energetic antics are the common blokes.
However, the jester quells the dragon's fire, so the king keeps him around.

Loving lullabies to make him fall asleep.
Interested in big chunks of meat.
Only blue skies dare shine light on his muscles.
None dare enter his territory.

Too much for a lion and a tiger.
Is stronger than Hercules.
Gets around slowly as his stomach scratches the green oasis.
Everyone knows his nap time. For if you wake him, he gives off
Roars that blow out houses made of bricks.

Dim torchlight flickers, casting spiderweb shadows on aged portraits.
Musty air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of mothballs.

His steps, creaking on floorboards like a practiced whisper,
A predator walks on the paisley.

He carries a silver tray, a glint of moonlight,
A clinking glass filled with scorpion venom.

A phantom of the mansion, he observes his prey,
Gets around the mansion like a jaguar in the dark,
Forcing the stranded victims into the blindness of the dark.

His laughter, a tinkling terror in the mausoleum of memories.
His secrets, wood creaking beneath the floorboards at night.

A silent guardian,
A spider in the grand tapestry,
The brooding butler knows all.

A green anaconda slithers across the lake.
Piranhas bite, leaving bones flowing.
Otters laugh while tearing guts out.
Caimans erupt, breaking the surface and splashing victims.
On nights with moonlight, the jaguar hunts.
Listen to the eerie sound of killer wasps.
Yielding carcasses, inside the flesh, burrowing catfish.
Perigo! Unknown species carres your heels.
Strike to the chest, a bone-crushing blow from an arapaima.
Every day, bull sharks come for a picnic.

Hours pass, sitting alone in the dark.
Under the spiders, abandoned by the warmth of a hand.
Rounds of fun gone, along with the park.
Today they sit waiting, while their colors become bland.

Potatoes, cut the wrong way? I will piss on you and turn you to rust!
Oreos? I have wrath for them, as much as an angry hippo.
Pound for pound, I have as much of a backbone as a jellyfish.
Eyes like a manatee.
Years and years of skin, as tough as a can of soda.
Ever yours, I swam across the seas before there were seven.

Playing innocently at the beach
Unaware of the rising tides
They swept away the toys

They are flowing out there
Or suberged by algea beneath

The waves hit the sand
I'm reminded of the power
That the calm water posseses

Crown of thorns inside the head.
A blubble of black clouds,
Not letting go, it continues to spread.
Crown of bronze, ignored by the crowds,
Every day filled with dread.
Right now, a snail's lenght away from the shrouds.

My Pelvis moves like Elvis.
Owning the rhythm, a whirlwind that can't appease.
Moving with joy, iron lady is so coy.

Stunningly, drawing it's kind
Understands the red roses.
Do you know how the flowers are so well-defined?
A brush on a canvas, joined by several more noses.

A purple shade on top.
A bacteria that consumes.
Breaking nature to his whim.

Watch as the city succumbs to the bomb.
Listen to the whistle of fire.
Look at how the corpses lay low,
A funeral pyre and mourning now, but we all pretend to care.
The next day we look in our mirrors, caring only for ourselves.

Yellow flash, brown blur,
Nature's silent war.
Whiskers twitch, heart pounds,
Life and death, no grounds.

Eight legs stalk, tough armor.
A tail curls, a barb held tight.
A desert jewel; sand hides its sting.

Dog-eared pages, stained with tears,
Whispered pain in faded ink.
Each line a scar.

Rules that twist the spine.
Pain reminds us that we are alive.

From a punch to the cheek to the sting of a Tarantula Hawk Wasp.

The Book of Pain, a lesson in the sand,
A testament to battles fought and spent.

Shield-bearer bold, sword gleam in wave,
Deep-dweller stirred, its hunger crave.
Scales flash, teeth gnash, an ocean turned to hell.
Knight's heart unyielding, courage to quell.
Steel meets jaws, a clashing sound rave.

A dead tissue, wrestling with its ghost.
Deaf ears slumber, unresponsive to the pleas.

An apology like a siren's song,
Lulling us with promises of escape.
Nailed to a cross of your own making,
We see the reflection, the self-inflicted pain.

Accusations become hollow.

Then, a nightmarish symphony: screams, violations,
A world muffling it with a fun tune.
Joy, a festering wound,
Seen only through one clouded eye.

Wash it all away, this nervous, drifting existence.

But the sun rises again.
Mankind, unchanged, picks up its grenades.

The cold nature beats on.
And at night, when shadows lengthen and fear takes hold,

We dream of wealth, of a world washed clean.
That may never come.

The blood, the paint, the flowers.
The fire burning, the rash of the skin.
The bloody knife on the floor.
Sign of before the decay starts.

The color of loving cheeks,
The color of the bloody knife again.
Desire and hatred collide,
A color symbol of two polar sides.

Lion, fire, death

Golden fur, crimson breath,

Final rest.