Beastshere lies the warriorBeasts by DanceWannabe
adorned in scarlet guise
he rests on top a rusting throne
with mangled flesh and flies
we dragged him to the eager eye
then triumphed as he fell
lanced spears into the heavy hide
and watched him sink to hell
what victim in our grisly game
a servant of the stage
a martyr, most awful wretch
my contender to engage
there lies that slaughtered animal,
no more than hide and meat
it wears a scarf of crimson silk
as flag of its defeat
how dismal is this chamber where
the body has been thrown
but here, one hundred champions sleep
with crowns of blood and bone
compulsive liar.once i asked you your favouritecompulsive liar. by estallidos
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
"why not?" i reply.
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someone else for a day.
you make me a nametag with my
real name on it, and i just laugh.
(later i slip it beneath my mattress
and spend the night staring at the ceiling.
see, i've tried myself on one too many
times, and the fit is never right.)
you call me your little compulsive
liar, and i guess that is supposed
to be somewhat affectionate.
i spin before the mir