Demonslayer, Starbreaker

A poem that I just recently finished, I think it turned out great!

Demonslayer, Starbreaker

Colossus offering for behemoth deities

Angelical rebellion sweltering in the fountainous mountainside

Shying away in yesterday, do you shiver in the shade?

In the soggy tsunami of mahogany branches dancing avalanches of omnipresent madness crescent like the moon’s miasma dazzling theocratic

Glaciers like an aether carousel of ferries wheel captivating glades of tidal-waves

Did you become the ones that hunted you?

Satanic maverick of cypress dynasties, cyphering slithering snakes across the divide of landslide wildfire

Piloting the vibrancy of forests chorus silence deep in metamorphosis a metaphor of discoordination, a heaven formed by meditating viridian simplicity manifesting life’s blessing

Are you a monster, or are you a man?

Salutations commemorating constellations of creation

Saying I am all, I am all, I am

Excalibur 50 calibre in a dilapidated hellscape that skywalk the apocalypse a-drifting fauna an apostle of androgynous homogeneity like some heavenly deity of hatred walking the rock-face of the porcelain earth

Did you trade your sadness, sorrow and misfortune for anger and machine guns, to be someone?

Mandolin scrambled adrenaline renaissances venomous in the empress of emptiness of emotion photons without devotion, a Phoenix Elysium without a reason, a phenomenon frolicking diabolical symmetrical to devils alphabet of elbows and claws that downward dog an ebony waterfall of antitoxin oxygen

Did you drown your humanity in shame and unending pain, some false god of pride to survive, or because it restricted your ambition?

Bedazzled battlegrounds scoured Vlad the Impaler in hazel sabre-tooth wastelands autonomous savanna’s of manmade basements Stone Age volcanos secretions of legendary Everests and species of beating hearts swimming Yggdrasil in the seraphim aquarium of jealous realms of ethereal realism

We are many, for we are strong, we are strong, because we are many

But just because we think ourselves better, does it really make us strong?

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Jupiter Alphas mountainous ammunition blessing Allah’s oceans

Aphrodisiac peninsula anthrax vaccinating insulin tarantula apprentice of a  vantage point archipelago wendigo tornado of rainfall a chainsaw sovereignty, woodland lobotomy, handstand astronomy bombarding aardvark parliament continental inventors redemption adrift apprehended in the static of the Atlantic praying mantis serpentine diving into nihilism a northern lights Niflheim concubine

Genocidal goliath, are you a warrior, or a murderer?

Glaucoma psychosis mitosis ovulating hatred

Napalm gobbledegook toppling down on man’s crown, bottomless chaos clogs the flourishing churches and lawful synagogues with the plasma of a miasma shattered humanity

The gallows of hallelujah Holocaust sour frosted apocalypse clementine venom bending pathogenic warheads of armaggedon avenging heaven prepossessing

Is their evil worth the death they cause?

Petrified leviathan silence of a scythe’s razor edge a pledge of rippling prayers unaware in the eclipse of a crypt sifting in moonlight white amidst the darkest hearts that drift in willow wisp omniscience

A monolithic misery, apocalyptic symmetry

An obelisk of scripture indifferent to the slipping syndicate of sickness, death’s message a whisper in the plethora of spectres of deception an effigy infinite symbolic monotony on their tongues and heartbeat under the concrete conceptualism, a baptism by Baphomet bloodshed redemption collecting and offering brothels of abominations

Vanity anguish, entangled in our own calamity, in the caverns of cataclysmic oblivion, and greed overseen by serpentine cemeteries of heavenly enemies

Shredding memories of centaurs pages and scraps that relapse backwards captivated in the oasis of impure human nature

I come from contagious skyscrapers of mountain ranges imagination rearranged by Mother Nature paper thin pandemonium on the winds of new beginnings the jinn of Sanskrit literacy, a genesis of reptilian scimitars, that scar the night sky with stars disregarded, carvings of marvellous triceratops Cocytus optic to the minds metallic meteorologist psychopathy toppling theocracy in an earthquake faithless

Demonslayer, starbreaker, the one who fights the world simply to kill time, or himself, or the very earth on which he was birthed, to push back against the masters of sacrilege that sold his afterimage of happiness

My soul is an offering, I hope it is enough for your ruptured suffering, these distillating condensated constellations taken through the painstaking awakening of my truth

If I give myself away, will I avoid becoming like you?

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Pete]

wow. amazingly deep. you have such a creative mind. this one of another time and dimension. your pics and words together surely slay the demon. i have a feeling that the demons being slayed are the ones that haunt you. i especially like the pic with van gogh's 'starry night' in the background. very relatable ... :)

[Onlyme]

Eloquently expressed wonderful words of drama and intrigue held tightly inside this classic drama and powerful tale. That carries you along with it all the way.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woah classic and awesome. I admired this poem for how u employ the words, Avalanche and tsunami, I like to use them but your ballad use of them is sublime. And Allah's oceans, wow that got me really interested. Kudos.

Pls Pleez do comment/review my newest poem too.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks for reading, I'll definitely check out your poems as well when I get the chance.

[Hayley]

This was a fun ride, as usual :) I really liked the opening parts, you seemed to have dialed it back a bit from your usual free-flowing style, but that showed up later. I'm wondering why you decided to wait on that, since it doesn't seem to be what you normally do - were you trying something new, or am I mistaken? Also, I noticed that you normally don't include a lot of images with your writing. What made you decide to do this here? I like it, I want to know more about your thought process.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I decided to combine words with power behind them with words that flow like water. The idea was to have a bit of each; a story with the harsher words, and imagery and descriptions from the rhymes. I tried to balance things, but it’s in my nature to get sidetracked by the beauty of flowing words, so I started to lose myself in that forest of rhymes. I think it turned out well. But my goal is to create writing that does both job simultaneously. I just need to find myself, and what I want to say, that and a lot of practice. The images helped me see into my own poem. As I was editing, I started looking for pictures. But there were so many, I became enthralled and the story took a different direction. I could no longer separate the two, the pictures became a part of the work. So I shared all of them. This was so much fun to write, but although I’m pleased with the result, it was a test. I will continue trying to blend the two types of writing, until I have a seamless hybrid in a few years. That’s the idea at least. Thank you so much for reading, hope I managed to answer your questions!