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In a modern world
We are all humans
No one a slave
No one a master

In a modern world
Skin colour does not matter
Yet it determines our future

How are we human
If no one has humanity

In a modern world
All a slave
All a master
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2017
Tribute to Conrad Roy III (of the Michelle Carter case)

He said he felt small,
Like a particle with a pointless future.
She texted the time has come,
Go inside and **** yourself.
In this lonely parking lot.
Words never seem so poisonous.
Couple sentences a new life cost.
Look toward the direction
Technology and evil have taken us.
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2017
Who
It is hard to find the light,
To be oneself.
It is easy to retreat into darkness,
To be someone else.
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2017
Eyes shut down on a dead city,
I sense the vibration of my deep inhalation.
(All the snickers lost their lustres.)

Mouths closed beneath the galaxy of prosperity,
I gasped at the tremor of my heart's creation.
(The siren drowned out the deserved cheers.)

Still my thoughts flashing into reality,
Reminiscing the fingerprints of those gone before me.
(Fingers all poised to my forehead now.)

Listen in on the silence of the cosmos.
Suddenly my self control collapses-----

-Out////to///the////air
my////rages////flew
like////servants
to////my////pride-

The vibration that is me explodes,
a seed of fire leaps through the weeds.
(They all fall back now; I raised higher my fists).

Proliferating in the ashes,
My memories, my love and my deathless ambition.  

A spasm of colors as the door crashes,
I am here against all their mean wishes,

Claiming the shameless vanity
of being unapologetically me.

As I exhale.
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2017
Hanging by the hinge of your last lies. /
Throwing out the legacy of our cremated honesty. /
Counting shoots by the destiny’s thighs. /

Let's start all over like them celebrity, \
All from the right angle and places. \
After we lied in the face of eternity, \
Selling our ways to the illegal graces. \

Next just need some bullet proof toes, |
Running near the fire range as wars start to cease.|
Be content with your diamonds sewn into our teeth. |
On the way to dirt ditches honoring souvenirs from Satan. |

Yet I promise you on the way up we annoyed the Angels. /
With another heavenly promise I load up my gun. /

Only if...
you…...
hadn’t lied
I…...
hadn’t sinned….. and
They…..
hadn’t started the fire.
………
Seazy Inkwell Jun 2017
Depression is flowers smelt like coffins,
She told me once,
I received her flowers and I knew why.
Coated with pains is her heart full of blues.
I planted poppies and
by dawn,
They already smelt
like her toxic cigarettes.
#addiction #sadness #depression #death
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