poem: quiet rebellion

bunnibelle

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Fingers dip into ink,
smudging the facade I've worn
since the day I served as testament—
proof of nights spent under covers,
tormented and unseen.


Moonlight creeps near,
illuminating my blank canvas—
ready to be defiled.


One finger, two fingers, entire hand—
I am born again, anew.
This quiet rebellion has only just begun.


Enough of the false nostalgia;
I am who I was meant to be—
no longer confined
to the limits of your palette
 
Jimmy the 12 gauge

Jimmy had a 12 gauge
His eyes filled with rage
Everyone was in outrage
Years of pain bursting thru the cage
A click of of a button will determine your fate
His mind full of hate

He stood in the hall his hands didn’t shake
He thought it was a dream, but the screams Weren’t fake.
The barrel was already hot
He gave all his warnings but everyone forgot

Lifted the steel
Took another breathe found out it was real
He crept through the hallways take others breathes
His hands were responsible for many deaths
Found the one who laughed the most, the bully. Made him feel like the class room ghost
Jimmy had the last laugh
Left silence in his path

Still carrying the gauge
Still in rage
His thoughts are now in a cage
“Loser”
“Freak”
“AJ J*NES”


Turned to the left
Still with no regrets
Found a group of laughers
Raised the gauge
Fired with rage


The silenced returned
Too heavy to bare
Gave the room one final look
Still not despaired

Entered the library
Still realizing it wasn’t a fairy
Seeing innocent faces
Knowing it’s a disgrace
Now he realizes the cost of revenge
A yelled “you guys see me! You guys seen pain?”
His voice sound with regret

Now he is in rage looked at his own gauge
A story painfuly told
Is now about to unfold
Others wish it wasn’t told
A story that nobody would win

He raised the barrel under his chin
Again he reminded himself that his revenge will never win.
 
-=Judgement=-
Caution lurks beneath the shadows
Lingering fear doth grip the gallows
As judgement day has arose, no one knows the fear that follows
A guilty soul just stares and swallows
The tightening hemp that scratches the neck
Condemned to their fate, they knows what will follow
A mask on their head and no more tomorrows​
 
Arkham said:
-=Judgement=-
Caution lurks beneath the shadows
Lingering fear doth grip the gallows
As judgement day has arose, no one knows the fear that follows
A guilty soul just stares and swallows
The tightening hemp that scratches the neck
Condemned to their fate, they knows what will follow
A mask on their head and no more tomorrows​
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Leave it to the Admin lol
 
Arkham said:
-=Judgement=-
Caution lurks beneath the shadows
Lingering fear doth grip the gallows
As judgement day has arose, no one knows the fear that follows
A guilty soul just stares and swallows
The tightening hemp that scratches the neck
Condemned to their fate, they knows what will follow
A mask on their head and no more tomorrows​
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I’m guessing this is a revelation reference
 
Something tells me this is like a foreshadowing something to me, and call me a psychopath but I like dark/mysterious poems and story’s
 
If a cat is a kitten that is a cat cat kitten kitten cat that is a cats kitten and a kittens cat
 
{The End}
Her blood runs cold
She wasn't old
A victim of her mind
There was nothing they could find
Her time here ended
She wasn't defended
Under the old tree
She was finally free
 
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