Mina's gangsta poetry

[mina]

Yeah I don’t know what I meant by the title.

But here are some poems. Most of them are just random fantasy crap with no deep meaning or anything. I don’t want them each to have their own thread because… just no lol.

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Purpose of a Hidden Rose

She dreamed not of the rose’s color nor scent
But why it grew and what purpose God meant
In making such beauty in a garden of thorns
Where its petals will wither, unseen and ignored.

Inspired by my lesbian lover.

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The Suicidal Dinosaur

Dear God, I feel life slowly slipping,
In depths of black my soul is dipping.
My heart whispers the wish of death,
To bleed ‘til there is nothing left.
All I ever hear is thunder,
Whilst my spirit’s torn asunder
From all the pain... I can’t remain
On Earth or in the Heaven plains.
Let me lie beside the damned,
O God, I hope you understand.
There is no strength that I possess,
My heart whispers the wish of death,
To bleed ‘til I am nothing more,
Dear God, please kill this dinosaur.

Written as a joke, so it's overly dramatic and cliché on purpose.

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The Pharaoh’s Poison Heart

Inspired by the barren throne
Which hinted that I reigned alone,
A feeble maiden had appeared
To see this face which was revered.
Her presence there was not desired,
In fact, her absence was required.
"I know I did not heed your plea,
I wished to see Your Majesty."
Then I espied a gift so splendid,
A golden bandage was extended,
Hoping now that she'd succeed
To mend the broken man in me.
Next her tongue sang admiration,
A foolish game of sick temptation.
It was my heart she hoped to stir,
But something wicked did occur.
Her hymn had sparked a tiny flame,
Burning brightly, gleaming shame.
Enraptured by this searing pain,
The fire ran and hugged my veins.
Exhaling smoke from ashen lips,
This maiden my malignance licked.
And as she died to be forgotten,
I reveled in that sight so rotten.

Inspired by the song "Temple of the Black Pharaoh".

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The Dragon’s Burning Garden

Arise, flame-tongued Father,
Encrusted in butterfly wings
Plucked from the flittering weak,
Antiquated by Time’s wrinkled hand.
Your once immortal garden
Turns its green-thumbed fingers away,
And buries them in the mud
With the rotten apples of your past
Who, though birthed by Summer trees,
Eventually grew bitter to your taste.
Blossoms refuse to breathe now,
Deeper in the dirt they lay
Than you would care to shovel.
Father, winged phoenix of fire,
Lift those dusty wings
And race your flaming chariot
To bleeding skies of elsewhere,
Lest your sacred heat consume me,
Melting the chapel in my heart
And laying me in your burning garden.

Ughhhhh I hate this one but I’m being forced to share it cus Master likes it. I hate writing free verse!!

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Sepulcher Stud

Have you felt the heat
Of a deadly treat?
Steal a glance
At this ancient meat:
Midnight trickster,
Black velvet coat,
Master of shadows
And of aching throats.
Sharp pearl daggers
Of unearthly snow,
Flesh alabaster,
Preternatural glow.
Reaper of roses,
Elixir divine,
Wet ruby flowing
Smooth as red wine.
Blushing Adonis,
Grin cherry sweet,
Strawberry droplets
Fall to his feet.
Midnight trickster,
Be strong not feeble,
Look don’t touch—
His love is lethal.

Inspired by the poem "Harlem Sweeties".

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