thatgreedydude

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first time doing picto-poetry

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How Lucky We Are That You Can't Sell a Poem

by Gregory Orr

How lucky we are That you can’t sell A poem, that it has No value. Might As well Give it away.

That poem you love, That saved your life, Wasn’t it given to you?

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Chernobyl

I await atop the ferris wheel

That suddenly stopped spinning and

Stayed still, until the wind grew stale

And hot, and hotter and brighter

And then the world collapsed.

And yet, I felt winter in the night

Of April surrounded by ghosts

As they sing with all their voice

Mother, I've swam across the Tisza

Do you have a grave for me?

I've died atop a ruined land

Will you not grieve for me?

You left me at Chernobyl

Where I watched my end begin

But since then, I've witnessed

Seeds grow into countless trees

Birds singing above the canopies

Sending down their offsprings so

They will learn to flap their wings.

And then they fly and say

Mother, I've reached beyond Tisza

You do not have to wait for me.

I only wish that back at home

You will still think for me.

~ thatgreedydude

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this was so hard to write

sorry if theres any writing errors, i just cant bring myself to read it again

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Infidel's Folly

(Revision of poem: Infidel's Mistake)

A time will arrive

When my hands would grow

And the ring would stop

The blood up my wrist.

If I pull it out

Can I pray that I

Will remember how

To put it back on?

~ thatgreedydude

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Infidel's Mistake

A time will arrive

When my hands would grow

And this ring would feel

Like barbed wire on my neck.

If I'd ever pull it out

I can only pray

That I'd still remember

How to put it back on.

~ thatgreedydude

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Mermaid's Call

Under the gloom of the rumbling gray,

I watched you watching your vessel in dismay,

Floating above the splashing blue, where dreams rarely becomes true.

Oh voyager, where do you wish to be?

Do you seek a ground where your feet can fly free?

Do you wish to follow the line traced on the skin of a tree?

If you really wish for it all,

and you bear a path and a goal,

Why do I see a gap within your soul?

Did someone bore your ship a hole?

Why don't you pause and return?

Should be easy to down the sail, and the ship to turn.

Are your stuck in the borders of the horizon, and forgotten the path towards your home?

Well, come with me to my paradise,

I will welcome you with the most sought guise,

And we will stare at each other's eyes.

We will think about nothing in eternity,

But the tiny ripples we will make on the surface of the boiling sea,

And the miles of greens we will grow for you and me.

So leave your vessel and swim with me to the depths,

Where we shall build our paradise out of bubbles from the touch of our lips.

We will live within the darkness and ice,

full of glee, and see,

that light is not as warm and bright as you think it would be.

Hold my hand and we shall bury a tale nobody will tell,

Like the image embroidered on a sunken ship's sail.

Ignore the feathered foes that flutters above,

As no matter how long they will circle about,

They will never see the rainbows of what we have.

We will seek all the corners under the blue

And build a home for me and you,

A place where you will never feel the need

to ever voyage for something new.

~ thatgreedydude

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Pandemonium

I freeze solid at the moment

Of the incessant flickering of rainbow lights

Of the collage of music that ruptures the ears

Of the lingering smell of alcohol and sweat

Of the gazes that stares directly on my chest

Of the hands that stealthily gropes my rear

Of the shot of brandy a stranger passed to me

Of the fear that someone will swipe my phone

Of the fear that a fight will break out any second

Of the constant nudging of drunkards from behind

Of the broken piece of glass lying on the floor

Of the persistent thought that I am in hell

That I am in the midst of pandemonium

And I must get out but I can't

So I freeze and grit my teeth

And wait of the moment that I can

~ thatgreedydude

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Leaves

Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees

And all will be alright in time

From waves overgrown come the calmest of seas

And all will be alright in time

Wounds of the past will eventually heal

And all will be alright in time

'Cause all of this comes with a love that is real

I said all will be alright in time

Oh, you never really love someone until

You learn to forgive

~ Ben&Ben

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Swift (Haiku)

To my dearest Swift,

Your memory will live on,

We love you so much.

~ thatgreedydude

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I miss you

I miss the blow of the summer breeze,

Of the warmest days past noon,

Where you would sit by the jalousie window,

And watch all your grandchildren grow.

I miss the smell of your brown cigar,

The ones you roll with dried leaves,

You never told me what those actually were,

Claiming I was not yet at the right age.

I miss the melody of your lullabies,

The ones you sings whenever we can't sleep,

The ones which tones I've always known,

The ones you hum whenever you feel alone.

I miss you,

And the times I could have said 'I love you,'

And the times I could have said 'thank you',

'You are the best lola that I've ever had,

And I hope you know it too.'

~ thatgreedydude

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Ghouls

I stand at the precipice of my life,

trapped myself in this desolate place.

I await at the moving limbs of time,

as they offer me my final embrace.

I mow through the every single blade of grass,

scattered in this paradise of no grace.

I let my eyes wander to the path,

that leads down to the ghouls of the abyss.

And as I watch them,

burn their soles from treading this barren pursuit,

Of the fancy and elegance of the ensemble of words,

Of the hieroglyphic formulation of the chords,

Whose hymn pulls and twists the tongues

of the worshippers of the book-bound beasts,

Whose hymn force them to chant their songs,

praise their wrongs like their holy priests.

For a moment, for a while, forevermore.

I watched when they tangled the forks of their tongues,

I remained when they break all their scales undone,

I grinned when they went blind, staring too long at the sun.

I watched as they cooked and charred their flesh and bones,

As they drown their screams with moans and groans,

As they drooled and gulped from the smell of their own meat,

As they waited for the day when their end is finally served on a plate.

"Fools are them who follow a bull", I mock,

As I lack the necessary empathy to care

For the horrors by which these worshippers bear.

I relishes at the thought that I shall never see the beauty of these beasts.

For I already rid myself of my eyes and ears,

For I already wiped away my drools and tears,

For I already leashed my beast with whip and fears.

Alas, I bring my gaze back above,

To the place where I live.

To the place devoid of bliss,

To the place devoid of stress.

To the place away from the ghouls down the abyss.

~ thatgreedydude (originally 'Others' Insanity')

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Behold!

The bold grows bolder with his gold

And the paupers go poorer with his word

Yet nothing but silence was ever told.

~ SirCophagus / thatgreedydude, referenced from one of my earliest work, still my most favorite snippet.

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Inspiration

He who seek to brew shall eventually sink,

Underneath, unaware, helplessly

Drink his lungs full with the poisons

Straight from the vast puddle of delusions

Within the borders, and the cavities of his skull.

His vessel shall be filled with crude oil

Dug from the abyss of his dreams.

And when his brain is filled to the brim,

A flash- a sudden stream of "inspiration" kicks in

And he shall drench his fingertips with ink,

Drawn from all the made believe monsters he has slain

Dragging it through the pages without refrain,

Etching the thoughts of what everyone deems insane

Until the crimson sap from his broken skin,

Stains and fills the blank pages with his pain.

Intoxicated and high from his lexical cocaine.

Then all his lunacy, his prophecies, his beliefs,

All the screams and ramblings he whispers to himself,

The lies he believes in, suddenly become true.

And the puddle turns into a sea of crimson hue

As he drive his canines through his own neck,

And when the membranes of his skin starts to break,

His saliva, shall mix with the tears of his quill.

He shall then feel a fleeting bliss,

As he trace the last verse of his thesis,

His wounds will spill all the blood there is

Rushing, flowing, eventually dripping.

Bringing him into a state of catharsis, and silence,

When a joyful groan leaves out of his orifice.

Before the fuel of his heart runs out,

and before the gravity pulls him down,

Back to the puddle, where he shall drown,

He shall thrash in the water,

and crash his head to insanity.

Still, he shall seek to brew once more.

~ thatgreedydude (originally titled 'Insanity')

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Broken Dream

I wanted to kill someone.

No worries. I haven’t. At least not yet.

It’s just that, frankly, he annoys me.

He boasts of the deeds that are yet to be done,

He wishes for the day he gets to be the top one,

But when the world seeks his courage, it's gone.

He wished to be an astronaut so he could reach for the stars at night,

Unaware of how low the ground and how hard he’s gonna fall from that height.

It irks me how ignorant he is from the world that he even hopes to find a constellation,

Using his hand-formed telescope in the middle of a raging typhoon.

He tried to study what’s beyond the sky,

Flipping all the books that he could pry,

But when he saw what his dreams cost, he cried.

I guess giving your hopes and dreams total freedom,

Is just as painful as flying too close to the sun.

Now he’s nothing but a shadow,

A figment of childish thoughts that’s already been swallowed

by this brutal world.

And for the past few years, I’ve kept away from him,

Hoping that, although the scars he dealt will never mend again,

He will be kept behind the clutter of my mind and be forgotten.

Despite that, once in a while,

I look up and stare at the night sky,

And see the beauty he will always admire.

Then in an instant, a shadow slips through the seams

Of my mind, and shows me the vestige of my dreams.

I wanted to kill him. But I can’t.

For so long as the stars above me exists,

His broken dream of touching them will forever persist.

~ thatgreedydude

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Prepare for War in Peace

We prepare for war in peace,

so we are not caught unaware,

for battle is a common thing

that we like to think is rare.

Ill thoughts drip through our minds

like blood droplets on a sheet

until men cry for their loved ones

who lie dead in the streets.

So that in the future,

we may cheer for the glory in our conquests

and the bravery in our hearts,

thanking the gods that we are blessed.

So that our lives are not in vain,

carried forth through the sonnets.

Of the day our mother said

'come home with a shield or a punnet'

Till our boots squeeze out

the blood of the soil underneath,

Till we've satiated the appetite

with the one we call the beast,

Till we forget why we bear arms,

and the violence begins to cease.

Till we march back on to our homes,

to prepare for war in peace.

~ Owen, from Outsiders SMP on the Tooth and Nail episode

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Burnout

We burn through the wicks of our days

Like no hour was meant to be dark

Like a prey, we watch our freedom slip away

Praying for our passion to sustain its spark

We ignore our tears as they slowly crawls

Down, like how a molten wax flows

For in the future, no longer shall our wish be false

And our highs shall outweight our deepest lows

Until the flames have nothing left to burn

Until the time has frozen our tears firm

We shall wait for the day our light is worn

And find darkness more comfortable to yearn

~ thatgreedydude