Starvation by Dept

Will you buy me lunch?

Oh come on,

Why not?

Well how much do I owe you?

No way.

Not that much.

It was only like 

thirty-five dollars per person.

Okay,

Alright...

I'll bring it Monday.

No really,

I'll give it to you on Monday.

Okay.

Good.

So will you buy me lunch?

Wait,

Where are you

Going?

Sacrifice

Lost and alone in the dark

night poisoned wood.

Dead trees reach out with mangled fingers

scratching away everything good.

Voices whisper in the leaves

and shadows pass

that are not attached to any form

either loosely or held fast.

Beings crouch like gargoyles

letting out an evil hiss

marking you in their arrows aim

you pray to gods they miss.

Their ugly faces scrutinize you

and say you will suffice.

They keep you in your ignorance,

and oblivious to your sacrifice.

Villanelle

I watch the world upon phoenix wings

that caress the lands below

and I sing the song a siren sings.

I see so many horrid things

no human should ever know.

I watch the world upon phoenix wings.

Trying to save them from retched dreams

to which all people go

I sing the song a siren sings.

Delicate and dangling life strings 

cut by the fabled hero.

I watch the world upon phoenix wings.

Closely mending the unraveling seams

that are creating holes to and fro

I sing the song a siren sings.

Reaping the land of evil things 

whose face they dare show.

I watch the world upon phoenix wings 

and I sing the song a siren sings.

Dream List

Wake up your fellow cult members
and a group of victims.

Go downstairs and outside

into the darkest woods.
Take a knife and carve
an X onto the back
of each cult members neck.

Hold your victim over

pure white bread

and slit every victims 

throat in turn.

Cut the sacrificial bread into equal pieces

and give one to each

cult member.

Eat.

I promise, I do not need therapy...

Limerick

If you ask me the rule of limerick I'd say
To begin the rhyme scheme with A.
Make 3rd and 4th lines B,
That is the key
And we end once again with A.

Wasting all of the day is fine
If I need a day that's sublime.
Get out of the swing;
Forget everything
If only I ever had time!

The Occasion of the Rise of the Supermodel

A dark room.
One lit corner.
with a glimpse at
another, distant world.
A dock anchored to its still pond.
Waxy plants protrude from the ground
and ducklings wander with a waddle and a peep.
One little girl sits in the midst of it all
knowing the flowers bloom for her.
Princess, angel of Now:
the quaint little world
in a picture.

"Star Quality. A Supermodel. I
must take her picture again."
Can't say I was surprised.
I've heard it before.
I'll hear it again.
I do not need
an expert opinion
to tell me what I've
been telling you all along.

Colors

Who am I if not the Green Dragon?
Forcefully baring my teeth
with bravery from fear
of a sneaking thief
allowing none to come near.
Who am I if not the Golden Treasure?
Beautiful, sparkling, and pure
but as for my worth
I could not be too sure
and make certain my best is put forth.
Who am I if not the Red Knight?
Quick and ready to defend
I ride with my pride
to protect those who depend
and vanquish the monsters inside.