A XaiakuX Mess of Words.

[Ganyu]

Light and Dark... Such juxtaposition. I love that there's a visual element of a villanelle. If that was intentional, that's pretty genius. Almost reminds me of "Do not go gentle into that good night".

Somewhere hidden, lost to find.
Ease the burden, or lose your mind.

I always admire how you manage to weave rhymes within rhymes effortlessly. Such a treat for a reader to have a double dose of rhyme~

Be my totem of peace in this darkness

Perhaps my favourite line of the poem. I love the diction of 'totem', suggesting something sacred and something primal and elemental, and it just extends past being a mere symbol, almost like a living entity.

Dual perspectives being examined simultaneous is something I've seen you done before and The Break-Up does not disappoint. Its rhyme scheme is akin to the sonnet but the little interjections make it seem more like a ballad that's performed, instead of being read, like a song. Such progression through the poem as well, running antiparallel, like...a helix of DNA (weird analogy but I hope you get my drift). And it can possibly be a cycle or a role-swap, or both tbqh. What a way to evoke the complexities of human relationships especially one of love.

I always like seeing what you write; what you write about is so simple and profound and utterly poignant. In the words of Oliver Twist, more please!

[XaiakuX]

Light and Dark... Such juxtaposition. I love that there's a visual element of a villanelle. If that was intentional, that's pretty genius. Almost reminds me of "Do not go gentle into that good night". I always admire how you manage to weave rhymes within rhymes effortlessly. Such a treat for a reader to have a double dose of rhyme~ Perhaps my favourite line of the poem. I love the diction of 'totem', suggesting something sacred and something primal and elemental, and it just extends past being a mere symbol, almost like a living entity.

Dual perspectives being examined simultaneous is something I've seen you done before and The Break-Up does not disappoint. Its rhyme scheme is akin to the sonnet but the little interjections make it seem more like a ballad that's performed, instead of being read, like a song. Such progression through the poem as well, running antiparallel, like...a helix of DNA (weird analogy but I hope you get my drift). And it can possibly be a cycle or a role-swap, or both tbqh. What a way to evoke the complexities of human relationships especially one of love.

I always like seeing what you write; what you write about is so simple and profound and utterly poignant. In the words of Oliver Twist, more please!

Lots of big words in there. Thankfully I know big words. I appreciate it. I appreciate how you dissected and found things that I didn't even think about while writing it. You entered your own world and exposed hidden truths in my writing. That is art. Always in the eye of the beholder. Always a matter of perspective. From me writing these poems, to you diligently describing how you feel about them. Your comment, your description, your perspective is a work of art in of itself. Kudos to you, and thank you.

My next post will be very dark. It will not be for the faint hearted, and it is.. in fact, the other post, revised, from the first WAR back in 2014.

The Bloodlust.

[XaiakuX]

"The Bloodlust"
There's a madness in all of us.
-- By XaiakuX

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THIS IS A REVISED POEM!
-Original Post Here-
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In the recesses of the world..

The shadows, the darkness..

The vile minds of humanity lurk in the night, awaiting their next victim.

Some do it for fun, some do it because they feel it is their calling.

Some feel they are serving a higher purpose, and some do it out of boredom.

You, the innocent, suffer their tyranny. While there is some good in the world, there is most certainly evil.

An evil that will never be extinguished...

From the shadows it stalks you
A creature of the night
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You feel it creeping closer
But it's hidden from your sight
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Those people tried to warn you
To walk close to where there's light
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But now you're just a victim
Of a heinous beast called fright

The bloodlust can never truly be satisfied..

The bloodlust will never truly die..

The thoughts of a killer will forever wander to the feeling of fresh blood trickling down their skin.

They'll long for it, and they'll sate the need by any means necessary.

They are uncaring, unforgiving, and psychotic.

They feed on the fear and paranoia of their victims.

As they hunt, they are almost aroused by the fantasy of killing once again.

Take it now, to a higher level
This cushioned life in which you revel
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A upturned nose invites a hell
Take you back to where I dwell
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A wicked heart you can't ignore
I'll tie you up and slam the door
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You cannot escape this anymore
You've no idea what I've got in store

When the killer stalks his victim, both people can feel the intensity.

The thrill of the chase.

One lead by fear, and one lead by desire.

There is a rare chance that the victim manages to escape their pursuer.

However, there can be no escape from death.

Sooner or later, the killer will feel the satisfaction of sliding a blade into someone's heart, or putting a bullet into someone's head.

I will not stop, I won't give in
Body counts rise, I'm drowning in sin
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I'm not winning, but I'm not quitting
Nor am I willing to stop my killing
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The thrill of the chase, quicken pace
I'll peel the skin right off your face
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Fight my demons or fight my knife
Killed your family, now I end your life

Time and time again, the killer is brought to justice by keepers of the peace.

The good guys

The heroes

The denizens of the light

However, the shadow of death will never go away.
So long as good exists in this world, evil, too, will thrive.

Murder will keep happening.

Hate will still plague our minds.

Darkness will still corrupt our souls.

So long as there is good, there will inevitably be evil.

Call me crazy, you don't know me
I'm a psycho, sad and lonely
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I thirst for blood, it's what I love
They call me sick, I'm always judged
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Maybe I'll show the world my colors
Maybe I'll kill these mother f**kers
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I might be crazy, might be insane
But you're the victim of my game

The bloodlust presents itself as an instability.

A sickness.
An illness.
A madness.

Psychotic breakdowns which lead to irrevocably violent tendencies. To which the victim of the bloodlust is not the only victim.

The monster is also a victim
A victim of a sickness
A victim of the bloodlust

But to succumb to that illness, is to be weak. A weak and cowardly person loses himself in the bloodlust. He also loses his mind...

Look at you quiver, look at you shake
Hear you scream with every bone I break
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Murder by nature, killer by thought
Witness the monster that you wrought
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It's my design, terror to all!
You can't stop me, I won't fall!
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For all the pain that you'll endure
Spread their blood across the floor

Insanity.

Insanity means to do things repetitively and expecting a different result each time.
Murder has the same result every time.

Insanity also follows a pattern. Patterns are sought by seekers of justice.
A downfall.

Madness begets chaos.

Chaos begets murder.

Murder begets insanity.

Insanity begets justice.

With crime so widely predictable, it's a wonder how people get away with it.
It's the unpredictable ones that get away.

All you can do is hope and pray. Pray that it will go away. Hope that it won't find you, someday.

Someday.

[XaiakuX]

"The Lady Hel"
Forever your faithful servant.

-- By XaiakuX

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-Original Post Here-
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She sits upon her throne
Dwelling in the shadows

Waiting

Tall, pale, and cold as a winter's night
As if death had taken her

She is above death and beyond it

She is neither dead nor living

O' child of Loki

Mistress of the dead

Captor of souls

Goddess of damnation

I do not fear you or your wrath
Only the idea of death itself

Bear upon me thy great fury
For I am drawn to your grace

A divine and unholy form you take
A longing for you, temptation rises

I am stricken

Cursed to long for what will never be

Bring the fury of Asgard

Bring the fury of Jötunheimr

The Lady Hel

Child of Loki

Keeper of the damned

I love you

For I am your willing servant

I hate you

For you will never be mine