Venom Dream
Smash Champion
This is my 'epic' poem of sorts. It pretty much speaks for itself... I'd appreciate if I could get some comments and criticism. Thanks.
Mr. Mean Dove + Modern Ravens Too
Every person looks like every other person to me,
And from the corner of my eye, everything looks like a person.
Everything looks like everything, so I’m not sure why
I can see the splitting pairs so clearly separate.
We’ll merge together again some day.
The thing about ravens and doves is,
They’re just revolving to ravens and doves again.
---
All our clouds are lined with lead,
We let them slip from the sky,
Mould the earth with poc-marks
into just what we could like.
Raise a toast and drink the yolk,
Sticky texture melting our throats,
To demonstrate exactly how we’ll
slip in, stealthy and unnoticed.
We shape the land before us.
You could become a new modern bass or baritone,
Eyes icy and made of stone, cynical, authoritarian,
All channelled from our youthful exuberance.
Change for the sake of change, change for the sake of change,
Storing resources as blocked out memories to reappear someday.
We could always use more hands, and hands could always use more work,
Unsure if that makes things better or worse. But it makes them different.
You could become a new modern bass or baritone,
Eyes icy and made of stone, cynical, authoritarian,
All channelled from our youthful exuberance.
You could be a modern raven, sleek and stylish,
And moulding the land from fragments into one
blob or blur of colour. Black and white should make gray,
But we’re hoping to come out as silver.
Your bass voice could bring down kingdoms,
And that’s the plan, to slowly crumble the foundation,
Until we can slip in unnoticed and start changing everything.
So join our union and start recruiting characteristics.
---
At any given time white rabbits circle the block,
I’m tempted just to dive across the pavement,
To get my hands around a little bit of nostalgia.
But I don’t have the talons or talents to scoop it up,
And all my muscles cramp and stall,
Speeding the time that’s left for a repair,
Before a fall might end me.
I had climbed the ladder at some point,
Had the plateau held privately, had an idea of direction,
I ate grapes, drank wine and fermented inbetween.
My bones collapse, my weight pulls down, and now it seems,
That every modern socialite is dog-piling on top of me.
Everything’s alright, I’m in control,
Everything’s alright, we all know,
Who’s in control.
I’ve got a hand held on the cliff, so no one else can clutch it.
---
A ways along the green field,
Across the bridge across the open spaces,
Every open space in my body needs a crossing.
No part of me has gills,
You’ll need a way to surface for air.
Oxygen fills you, and you’re filling me,
I continue to breathe, I continue to move my muscles,
And not one of them falls asleep.
I’m alert! I’m awake!
A green field,
I need to make my way,
From one to another.
Identical, but one’s more fresh,
Since there hasn’t been time to break into it.
Wondering,
How do I travel within myself,
And take control of my breathing,
Take control of you for once.
A green field, I’m alert, I’m awake,
A ways along a green field,
And through the space, well I’m glad,
That I’m swimming with the best backstroke,
Through the ripples that I can.
But I don’t have gils,
So I’m sticking to the surface,
And I’m going to keep on breathing.
I’ll push myself.
---
Swarm, swarm, swarm,
So many bodies they block the source,
Of thought and warmth.
The sky’s a single colour,
One mint-flavoured meal in a circle of devils.
These devils just want what everyone wants,
To climb the ladder and end up cherubs,
Of this wrinkled, pocked earth.
Swarm, swarm, swarm,
And this is where the legion realizes,
That only one will come up on top
Chaos, chaos, chaos.
---
And then figure out how far you travel,
But the problem is those arms just aren’t hallow.
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
And chase after since our talons are just feet,
It’s a matter of time before they greet the bottom of the sea,
But we keep on escaping.
Well the water makes a perfect lens,
To not see the world clearly in,
And of all the liquids you could ingest,
The more you drink the more that you need.
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
And we get out, got out, of the tower,
Surrounded by a legion of followers,
The statues are so intimidating,
But the problem’s they’ve got,
Concrete in their veins.
We’re top heavy, we’re top heavy,
And the ocean lining’s,
Going to be the top of our grave.
The sun is pushing us away.
If it were boiling away the water,
We wouldn’t say the same,
If it were boiling away the water,
We’d be glad it was pushing us away,
I never found a better way to hide from the light,
Than to go head over heals into the foam.
It will melt away all five layers,
And leave us bruising and pink,
While the sensation grows back slowly.
I’m not sure I’m glad I learned how to swim,
Because I enjoy the feeling of sinking.
And then figure out how far you travel,
But the problem is those arms just aren’t hallow,
They’re pumping full of blood and oxygen,
Even if both of them are running thin and,
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
---
Yes, I realize that half of the noises could just being acting,
But I’d appreciated it if you stopped ****ing each other over,
And over again in my head.
I saw your doppelganger the other day and asked, “Do you have a sister?”
“No, it’s me.” It was offended I didn’t recognize her.
Makeup illusions to throw me off.
I didn’t know what to think, so I stuck to trusting her.
A dream that slowly drains your health,
Turns out that all the revolt,
Was just you splitting up your personality.
And those distinct parts,
Desperate to get back together again,
Tore holes from ear to ear in your head.
Mr. Mean Dove + Modern Ravens Too
Every person looks like every other person to me,
And from the corner of my eye, everything looks like a person.
Everything looks like everything, so I’m not sure why
I can see the splitting pairs so clearly separate.
We’ll merge together again some day.
The thing about ravens and doves is,
They’re just revolving to ravens and doves again.
---
All our clouds are lined with lead,
We let them slip from the sky,
Mould the earth with poc-marks
into just what we could like.
Raise a toast and drink the yolk,
Sticky texture melting our throats,
To demonstrate exactly how we’ll
slip in, stealthy and unnoticed.
We shape the land before us.
You could become a new modern bass or baritone,
Eyes icy and made of stone, cynical, authoritarian,
All channelled from our youthful exuberance.
Change for the sake of change, change for the sake of change,
Storing resources as blocked out memories to reappear someday.
We could always use more hands, and hands could always use more work,
Unsure if that makes things better or worse. But it makes them different.
You could become a new modern bass or baritone,
Eyes icy and made of stone, cynical, authoritarian,
All channelled from our youthful exuberance.
You could be a modern raven, sleek and stylish,
And moulding the land from fragments into one
blob or blur of colour. Black and white should make gray,
But we’re hoping to come out as silver.
Your bass voice could bring down kingdoms,
And that’s the plan, to slowly crumble the foundation,
Until we can slip in unnoticed and start changing everything.
So join our union and start recruiting characteristics.
---
At any given time white rabbits circle the block,
I’m tempted just to dive across the pavement,
To get my hands around a little bit of nostalgia.
But I don’t have the talons or talents to scoop it up,
And all my muscles cramp and stall,
Speeding the time that’s left for a repair,
Before a fall might end me.
I had climbed the ladder at some point,
Had the plateau held privately, had an idea of direction,
I ate grapes, drank wine and fermented inbetween.
My bones collapse, my weight pulls down, and now it seems,
That every modern socialite is dog-piling on top of me.
Everything’s alright, I’m in control,
Everything’s alright, we all know,
Who’s in control.
I’ve got a hand held on the cliff, so no one else can clutch it.
---
A ways along the green field,
Across the bridge across the open spaces,
Every open space in my body needs a crossing.
No part of me has gills,
You’ll need a way to surface for air.
Oxygen fills you, and you’re filling me,
I continue to breathe, I continue to move my muscles,
And not one of them falls asleep.
I’m alert! I’m awake!
A green field,
I need to make my way,
From one to another.
Identical, but one’s more fresh,
Since there hasn’t been time to break into it.
Wondering,
How do I travel within myself,
And take control of my breathing,
Take control of you for once.
A green field, I’m alert, I’m awake,
A ways along a green field,
And through the space, well I’m glad,
That I’m swimming with the best backstroke,
Through the ripples that I can.
But I don’t have gils,
So I’m sticking to the surface,
And I’m going to keep on breathing.
I’ll push myself.
---
Swarm, swarm, swarm,
So many bodies they block the source,
Of thought and warmth.
The sky’s a single colour,
One mint-flavoured meal in a circle of devils.
These devils just want what everyone wants,
To climb the ladder and end up cherubs,
Of this wrinkled, pocked earth.
Swarm, swarm, swarm,
And this is where the legion realizes,
That only one will come up on top
Chaos, chaos, chaos.
---
And then figure out how far you travel,
But the problem is those arms just aren’t hallow.
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
And chase after since our talons are just feet,
It’s a matter of time before they greet the bottom of the sea,
But we keep on escaping.
Well the water makes a perfect lens,
To not see the world clearly in,
And of all the liquids you could ingest,
The more you drink the more that you need.
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
And we get out, got out, of the tower,
Surrounded by a legion of followers,
The statues are so intimidating,
But the problem’s they’ve got,
Concrete in their veins.
We’re top heavy, we’re top heavy,
And the ocean lining’s,
Going to be the top of our grave.
The sun is pushing us away.
If it were boiling away the water,
We wouldn’t say the same,
If it were boiling away the water,
We’d be glad it was pushing us away,
I never found a better way to hide from the light,
Than to go head over heals into the foam.
It will melt away all five layers,
And leave us bruising and pink,
While the sensation grows back slowly.
I’m not sure I’m glad I learned how to swim,
Because I enjoy the feeling of sinking.
And then figure out how far you travel,
But the problem is those arms just aren’t hallow,
They’re pumping full of blood and oxygen,
Even if both of them are running thin and,
When the wax eventually melts,
We’ll be glad we learned how to swim,
So we can keep escaping.
---
Yes, I realize that half of the noises could just being acting,
But I’d appreciated it if you stopped ****ing each other over,
And over again in my head.
I saw your doppelganger the other day and asked, “Do you have a sister?”
“No, it’s me.” It was offended I didn’t recognize her.
Makeup illusions to throw me off.
I didn’t know what to think, so I stuck to trusting her.
A dream that slowly drains your health,
Turns out that all the revolt,
Was just you splitting up your personality.
And those distinct parts,
Desperate to get back together again,
Tore holes from ear to ear in your head.