Submissions by CheshiresDream
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
...I just made you up to hurt myself...
sSmile with a craving
i;m not a man) i;m a flaW!^! in an insTitute of abunDance))
a maNufacTureD lost iDenTity/ mechanically maDe reDundant/)
it;s not a joke/it;s a punch liNe/ that breaks the sSky to quick)
& sStars sSpill out like chemicals/ from wHere the Night gets hit))
there is no method/ just a path/ where i;m crusHed in empty sSpaces/
a hidden trap/ that grins & laughs/ but behind the mask i;m faceless)
I;m not the hero/ i:m more cat/ who evaporates & faDes in/
just sSome mischief with a wish list/ a sSmile with a craving,'
a maNufacTureD lost iDenTity/ mechanically maDe reDundant/)
it;s not a joke/it;s a punch liNe/ that breaks the sSky to quick)
& sStars sSpill out like chemicals/ from wHere the Night gets hit))
there is no method/ just a path/ where i;m crusHed in empty sSpaces/
a hidden trap/ that grins & laughs/ but behind the mask i;m faceless)
I;m not the hero/ i:m more cat/ who evaporates & faDes in/
just sSome mischief with a wish list/ a sSmile with a craving,'
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Hopes for the...
Hope;s for the torTured/ sSympathy;s a Religion/
Pitty:s sSo paThetic/ it turNs to burnT b!TchiNg)
Fires on the looSe again/ put it by the alchohol/
burNing doWn the houSe again/ daMn we maDe the ceiliNg faLL)))
whats up flame/ do dangerous tricKs/ buRn the whole worlD/
if the match sSticks/ huManoid heartbeats sSounD moRe like Replicas/
KiLLin off the Fellowships in Brain DaMaged America)
Pitty:s sSo paThetic/ it turNs to burnT b!TchiNg)
Fires on the looSe again/ put it by the alchohol/
burNing doWn the houSe again/ daMn we maDe the ceiliNg faLL)))
whats up flame/ do dangerous tricKs/ buRn the whole worlD/
if the match sSticks/ huManoid heartbeats sSounD moRe like Replicas/
KiLLin off the Fellowships in Brain DaMaged America)
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Cheshires sSmile
a Cheshires sSmile is Geneticly sSavage/DNA inFused with traCes of cat nip) from an unknown sSource of twisTed blacK magick) gueSs my oWn thoughTs/ got caught\ chaSing white raBbits/ through a woRm hole/ to sSee\ what kind of maDneSs/ the Red Queen had unpacked back at her palace)) where they;ve twisTeD the truth/ with wire wraPped maliCe// GriNning from the guillotine/ i;ll sShowem what tact is ,')
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