Consequence of Benefit

Kill it.

The voice within.

Kill conscience --

for benefits.

Armor and coat

with stench of schemes.

Then sugarcoat

With laughter and grins.

Continue on

Deceive and tweak

Continue on

Swindling the weak

When judgement calls

People will speak

Then return home

To prepare a wreath

It all starts from somewhere

A cold and steely blade
A nigh-bursting grenade
Watch life fade
Bullets piercing the air
A cold and deathly glare
Go nowhere
All this hate and guilt blind
All of it entwined
In the mind

Puss in boots

Hi, just to make up for my absence, here's a really short post.

Watch Puss in Boots because it has three stories inside. Namely, Jack and the beanstalk, jack and Jill, and Puss in Boots itself.

The end.

Short, ain't it? =)

I don't know what you know I know

I'm the new poster, Caprice. As per my name, anything I write will be - inconsistent. You could say it provides variety, but that's just the nice-sounding excuse I like to give myself.


I wrote this poem concentrating on the rhyme scheme, so the theme isn't well-developed. I try.


The fears of many arise
At any form of demise
What one cannot contemplate
How it is like to feel those
Feelings on the day most late
What, if any, part lives on
To tell a tale a lifes' worth
From the very end to birth
Are we truly to be gone?
Many are the times it's heard
A belief in detachment
As the dead in its' raiment
In a process most clement
The soul from body capered
All future is a mystery
We blunder with obscured sight
Even under the daylight
The world, no matter how bright
Must spin to eternal night
What lives on is history
When our selves come to a close
In lifes' eternal repose
Do we disappear? Who knows.




It's very hard getting 7 syllables for each line.