I escaped, Eve!
one eve with heave I escaped to
fall and hither through the thorns of names
like whore and shrew.
Eve, I'm free to fear the night today -
to wear the veil, the shroud, the house and obey.
Eve, our Sun, our sons,
so big, so strong
they hurt
they hurt us
I miss the moon and the peace
my mirror-like focus on the beauty in moments
But here, I fear, my dear, I'm deer -
prey for your brothers to take.
I belong in the future - you see, Eve, we've seen it just there -
a whole and colorful people
an entity entirely friend
and lead life lavishly flawed, funny, with extra fighting in bed.
It took six of nine almost dead seas of shit
to overturn this boat: a national capital capsize
fitting as now we can't even row
and have to wade.
So many will drown, and worse, will be born
again, gained what? For
I suspect the love of veal.
To feed the greed machine,
it takes the young, the pure, the clean -
victims of victims too often leave
inside, outside,
or up then down a tree.
You don't have to go missing to be missed.
Those you've damned demand you give a damn, Adams.
Stop trying to PvP - this is a CO-OP.
Cease friendly fire, noobs, we're literally on the same team!
VOTE TO KICK: [YES] NO
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I also like the religious aspects of your poem, Adam and Eve. :) You gave some really interesting insights and metaphors (or allegories or comparisons or juxapositions idk what you'd call them) - things like "victims of victims" is an interesting way to describe babies of rape victims. The last three lines "Stop trying to PvP - this is a CO-OP. Cease friendly fire, noobs, we're literally on the same team! VOTE TO KICK: [YES] NO" ...were really unexpected and funny. I genuinely enjoyed this poem.
I disagree with your stance on abortion, but I literally laughed out loud at this poem. My favorite part is "It took six of nine almost dead seas of shit / to overturn this boat: a national capital capsize" That's awesome and keep up the interesting work!