Write with a Fist

  • by Burning Empire Media
    Everything red – Everything splattered in blood – Everything red – Everything splattered in bloodDripping from our hands – Wolves we feastEverything Red – Everything splattered in blood – dripping from our paws – biting – ripping at their necksEverything red – Everything ends – Everything splattered in bloodScabbed hands – Everything blood – everything blood. Grant me this one wish:Everything red – Everything blood – Everything dead – Ripping at the flesh – Everything blood – Everything red
  • by Burning Empire Media
    Pluck the wings off this butterflyBurn the cardboard box of liesRollerblading on Saturn’s ringsThat hummingThis dragon’s bloody headThat black cat outside our windowFruit punch sacramentA good luck charmSharing oranges Caterpillar race on the highwayA needle in the spine for funDouble dip the psycho chocolate b-a-n-a-annasMy shit is Gilbert GrapeI say, take a baseball bat to the motherfucking dead horseThat’s just how I rollMilkshakesShmucks high on hairspray and cupcakesDead slot machines, StyrofoamLittle lads that cut the throat of the devilStab the heart of god"Two glasses of ice water with ice"Dull razors taste better in the desertSurfing three moons to the leftOf […]
  • by Burning Empire Media
    He said to take the train out of Coca-Cola city, but you bought a Pepsi.There's no more pain to inflictYou cannot kill me anymore than I am deadA long unending endI am nothing, discardedTossed aside, thrown away, i rifiutiThis is not realIt's all a fucking shamFraudPhony and fakeDestroy what is realLive your delusions of grandeurYour father plucked out your eyesA perfectly positioned personaTo placate that aching pulseI know what it isI carry it tooIt's not meIt's not youIt's something only we go throughTell 'em you're aliveAs you die insideVisions of ultraviolence and painDigging into the center of fleshDreams of cutting […]
  • by Burning Empire Media
    I do not love youI loved you, whatever you isFor a very long timeHowever, I do not love you anymoreOnly hate and apathy remain.I miss my best friend, she’s deadSomething else in her headSomething twistedFamily blacklistedIt was not realLies, all liesShe became our warden in a prisoner’s uniformHeld hostage by my worst nightmare come true"It's good that you can't run now"I do not love you You were my everythingI do not love you anymoreMotherless childrenI miss my best friend, she’s deadHer body dismembered on the bedOnly hate and apathy remainI never thought this could beI do not love you anymore
  • by B.E. Media
    I must kill the you in meYou must hate me.Despise meRidicule meThrow me awayDespise meRidicule meThrow me awayTake the dead dog's headRoll it down the stairsI'll be thereThis cauldron stays hot in the sunThey talk of witches and warlocksFleas, tiny fleasFlick them in the fireI must kill the you in meI can still feel somethingIt will not go awayI must kill the me in youBring me NothingI must kill the you in meYou must hate meDespise meRidicule meThrow me awayDespise meRidicule meThrow me awayDespise meRidicule meThrow me awayDespise meRidicule meKill it awayI am the foundation under you altarEvery room and […]
  • by Burning Empire Media
    Smoke clouds and dead flowersMay the cowards choke on the rotting flesh of their families May fourteen generations of their kin suffer the pain of my children tenfold on tenfoldTheir bodies mangled from inbred cannibalismThe snake will biteMay the cat drag another rat As the bodies lay cold in the nightLet them share the virus in the airI burn another lock of her hairMy blank stare, a plague seems fairProtezione per mia vera famiglia May his mother eat out his eyes in front of me as the wolves rip her face from the skullHer picked dry skull to be used as a […]
  • by Burning Empire Media
    Pain, you don't know painHate, you don't know hateAnger, you'll never know my rageThis torment insideIt will not go awayBut that's okayThe skull on the wallI can only dig and fadeA taste of decaying fleshSweet to the touchCold to the tasteI can only dieThere is nothing left of me to killNothing left inside to die     Eat brains
  • by Burning Empire Media
    She used to watch me as I slept   She thought about killing me   She thought about loving me   Forever in love   She raised the knife above my chest   She thought about loving meI wish she would have stabbed me in the throat   Anything would be better than thisI wish she stabbed me in the heart   I do not need it anymore   Anything would be better than this
  • by Burning Empire Media
    They make pastrami sandwiches of PalestiniansAnd stir fry of the CongoleseSubjugatePurple is powerReal life in high-deaf technicolorWhites meditate and prayBroken spines stretched across the dirt road to salvationThe stench of rotting corpses covered in concretePristineA pine tree that hangs from the entryway like aMissile they tow their painThrough fields of garbanzo beans and olive treesThis fever that melts iceNews America does not care to hearNews denied daily by dimwit dignitariesDenying disagreementDenying devastationIt is neither freedom nor a solutionIt will not cleanse our stained handsBut we will speakLet them cut out our tonguesWe will speak 
  • by Burning Empire Media
    He writes when not drivingA mailbox that leansShe paints interesting thingsShower curtains and cuddling"It's nice to meet a real poet"Chicken and pastaNeeds more garlicBroken downBut cucumber coolAn electric sabotageUn cane stronzoAn apple on WednesdayPellet gun suicide on FridayCupcakes and chess on Saturday"Taking a shower with a raincoat on"Empty page opportunitiesBlack and white loveAnother poem on Monday