Creative Traditional:

[Malekelm]

The devil
likes to pretend
He is god
In front of a mirror
White sheets wrapping
Imaginary bolts
Furtive gesturing
Baritone commands
Still—
Doesn’t this—all of this,
Look like an infamous
Deal we’ve learned
Never to take
That pact that only
Seems great, Then
One way or another
Leaves you out to dry
Or rott
Still—
I didn’t sign up for this
Didn’t sign anything
Not in blood
Not at all.
Certainly not
Three times through
Still—
No point in fighting
Too late for me now.
I am in love.
I have those who love me.
From that
No turning back
Some paths
Are like a steep
Hill you take on a bike
With a flat front tire
Nothing to do
But hold on…
Hopelfullessly
Still—
I’m not upset
Nor am I afraid,
Not as much as you
Yes, You
We are no wiser
Then the fig-trees
sun-flowers
Working all spring
Summer, growing
Leaves, fruit, honey
Only too lose them
Still—
That can’t be right
Part of us must realize
Pointlessness.
Finite and futile
Dressed in kisses
Beneath sweaty blankets
Fear: a single Thought
We do well to bury.
To bury…

[nomadicrhymer]

Nice! I like it, especially since it's the way I like to write... rambling on with random thoughts interconnected... pretty cool

Nomad

[Wind]

i like it it speak with a whole voice