THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 27 #FLAMES OF FEAR# PHASE ONE

THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 27
^FLAMES OF FIRE^
PHASE ONE
In the darkest oven in the bakery
There lies a unique bread of black beauty
And its deodorant could walk beyond boundary
Vomiting those flames ascending to heaven
Such phobia is so diluted like raven
And the fearful heads are scared to enter the oven.
^PENAWD^

My pen cried with panic
Whence I went on picnic
Fear of being gimmick
By the monster called piracy
Grisly huge with no literacy
My pen ensconced itself in privacy
^EMPEROR’S DIARY^

It burns without a flare
A devil that can’t be dare
It really consumes my glare,
The path is full of smoke
And my lungs are choke
and my withered soul poke
^GOLDEN PEN^

Choice, choice,choice
My future I cannot voice
Bonfire’s delight in my watchful glistening eyes.
My future I want to be great
Brave like AKIHITO the late
Thousand ashes fear in me create
^JOSEPH JASEF^

Flames of fear fired fathers of feathers.
Thus, a mere ether heavens blight thy agendas.
Fears from heart, a thing of jester
to which it grips the mind and revise.
Putting end to beautiful plans
future wilt see and dance.
^JUSAISKY^

Feared it grips her heart
when *ABIKE* was depart
because life wasn’t polite,
She was in misery
because life couldn’t play her melody,
Flames of fear of calamity.
^YOUNG POET^

Flames of fear floating everywhere
With anxiety walking here and there
And the globe is hugged with too much care
Even in the feast of the creator of words
Probably the first time to vibrate the vocal cords
And seeing the critical heads of the gods.
^PENAWD^

My father opted I’ll be a doctor
Assigned to me a private tutor
Believed I’d take him as advisor
I know my fortes and ability
The phobia of people’s infirmity
Being a surgeon, zero affinity
^EMPEROR’S DAIRY ^

It wasn’t as I planned
It only went flared
When you decide,
I thought we are meant to last long
But the connections ain’t strong
So you left without sounding a gong.
^GOLDEN PEN^

Fear I nurture
Asap will be mature
What good can I make in sculpture
Mum told those who ran fell
Why this happened I cannot tell
My heart rings like a bell
^JOSEPH JASEF^

Flames of fear.
It roams of its own in the air,
spreading relinquishing rumor to every air
that stands shaky in duty post.
Preaching worthy to every host
to gently bring down the mighty heroic guts.
^JUSAISKY^

Flames of fear of grievous,
Life was so dangerous,
A severe serious
of pain,
She play her life like pun,
Life became her assassin.
^YOUNG POET^
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^JUSAISKY^
^JOSEPH JASEF^
^GOLDEN PEN^
^EMPEROR’S DAIRY ^
^PENAWD^
^YOUNG POET^
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