Axe

W ciemnej alejce mrocznej ulicy,
W okolicach średniowiecznej szubienicy,
Idzie ubrany na czarno delikwent,
Który w swych ustach rozciera truciznę.

Sam się otruł.
Dla zabawy.
I obwiniać chce świat cały,
Za swój intelektualny,
Topór.

Ale nie widzisz że nosi koszulę z falbankami?
I sweter z krawatem dobranym?
Pachnie wiśniami i winem?
Taki dumny pyszny adept!

Bo widzisz on nie będzie taki jak ty!
Jak inny kto też nie zostanie,
Zadał sobie inne zadanie,
Jakim jest autouciemiężanie.

Zobacz jaki dumny pyszny adept,
Nie obdarzy cię szczerą miłością,
Tylko podłą, podstępną zazdrością,
Bo serducho ma własne przebite.

Napisze o tym tysiąc wierszy,
A ty, podrostku patrz pierwszy!
Bo on ciebie nie szanuje,
Tylko chwały poszukuje.

Taki dumny pyszny adept,
Jego umysł pełen marzeń,
Które dawno sam podeptał,
Kiedy w płaczu serce zdeptał.

Bo ktoś raz już nim pogardził,
I adepta strasznie wzgardził,
Do dzielenia się miłością,
Stała się jego słabością.

Teraz smutny adept siedzi,
W oknie twarze ludzi śledzi,
Nikt go dzisiaj nie odwiedzi,
Sam to adept sobie przędzi.

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In a dark alley of a dark street,
Near the medieval gallows,
A man dressed in black walks,
Who tastes poison in his mouth.

He poisoned himself.
Just for fun.
And he wants to blame the whole world
For his intellectual,
Axe.

But can't you see he's wearing a ruffled shirt?
And a sweater with a matching tie?
Does it smell of cherries and wine?
Such a proud selfish adept!

Because you see, he won't be like you!
Nor will he become like anyone else,
He set himself another task,
Which is self-oppression.

See what a proud selfish adept,
He won't give you sincere love,
Only vile, insidious jealousy,
Because he pierced his own heart.

He'll write a thousand poems about it
And you, little boy, look first!
Because he doesn't respect you
He only seeks glory.

Such a proud selfish adept,
His mind is full of dreams,
Which he himself trampled long ago,
When he stepped on his heart while crying.

Because someone already despised him once,
And the adept became terribly discouraged,
To share love,
This has became his weakness.

Now the sad adept sits,
He watches people's faces in the window,
No one will visit him today,
The adept does this to himself.

a reply to: Agleaya

This one cuts like an axe.

If one condemns someone to die, at a gallows no less
What loathsome and powerless of a sight they would be
To have to claim he did it to himself.

See that is human.


To (be able to) condemn by the book is divine!...-

silence speaks more than the OP has ever! ..

a reply to: Agleaya

This was really good.

I wouldn't pass so much judgement on the 'adept'. I find Irony that your adept character chooses such a noobish route.

A criticism of your protagonist would be:

"I'm for a person going all JD Salinger, but you can't cry about your isolation if you choose to do so."

It would be like living in a nightlife district and sitting alone at home expecting a relationship to come knock on your door. Step one is going out and meeting someone. Step two is where you decide if they are worthy.

But you gotta step outside to do that.

Some just let past experience raise that to obscenely high standards, but you can't complain about loneliness if nobody is good enough.

a reply to: Degradation33

JD Salinger (not the writer) doesn't seem very adept at all. If we are talking about the fun game that some people play about finding losers to take care of and refusing to see it if someone just doesn't fit the bill.

Actually, how many noobs and misfits do we have to sort through before we decide its probably more about our need to come across as owning a person? I get that women complain about this one.

And as to going out or expecting a knock on a door, that's all a bit mysterious on a place like ats or any website, I can't even begin to know how often one goes out or not. As to myself, I'm taken but I am available for business. So going out wouldn't make sense. Just explaining that there are reasons people don't go out. But if someone slid me on some exchange of obscure metal pieces, I'd have every right to call em out nah mean. Just business nothing personal. I'm not Jesus, im not here to prove an ideological point, well I'm probably midway between Jesus and the deliveryman I mean look at me, I'm kinda hot now stop jerking me around, I'd like to know why you exist hahahaha. Summat you want oder was? I don't got the stink that's not a thing it's a myth. Now get it together or I'll assume you lost one while falling on your head. Lol..

This is all in a manner of speaking about exchanges. Nosarc, cause I don't do any of that bs...