'TWD' Anthology

King County

Never had I dreamt the perfect world would lie in waste... in dust and grime... the rocks of Atlanta still in an eerie silence... the Mother of all halted by a meaningless betrayal. Tears of the once brave litter the earth beneath the steps of a father, a leader of the lost. Must democracy reign amidst dictators or shall a savior emerge, offering protection against the connection to the poisonous forest - venomous by nature, experimenting with the living. It mocks those who lament over the front it has up, disorienting and diminishing what little will is left. Empty holsters with pistols held at temples - justification for the new world, the once perfect world.

Georgia Peach

My Georgia Peach, swaying in the sunset

Always a vision of love and beauty

Green eyes glinting like gems of a foreign land

Graceful and whole, glowing and perfect

I adore you

Even when the dead may walk

Pizza Boy

I had a devious plan-

a mission to develop your character.

Seduction-a strange concept;

alien to a farmer's daughter,

alluring in a dark sense.

City convenience store housing

a bullet and a Pizza Boy,

unprepared for

a revelation of passion.

Sweaty upper-lip,

a slight tremor

in your hands,

breaking the

rules and

changing.

Rebirth

He's only a Man.

Blinded since Birth. Bruised and Scarred.

Dirtied by Choice. Hardened by Force.

Crossing the Boundaries of the Broken and Afraid.

Bowing in Submission to his Renewal,

his Confident Hunt through the Smoke of Uncertainty,

Drinking in a Disdain and Demands of a People,

Husks of Former Glory.

His Life as a Follower ends Abruptly

with the Death of a Keeper.

He knows not what to do.

Stay in Confinement with the Relics of Humanity

or Set off on a Quest,

Alone in the Southern Wasteland.

Hushed are his Emotions. Pained is his Expression.

He's only a Man. Simple.

New.

Katana

Void

of weakness.

Nurturing

a secret,

a fierce

Depravation

of community.

Mystery,

Solitary

Dread,

Roped

Together

with the

Strength

of my

Katana.

So Smart.

So Very Smart.

Moonshine Salute

Rebellion is the thing for which I yearn,

a symphonic masterpiece in which I will sing. Bored with the tedium of being young with much to learn,

hateful, losing my innocence, on Satan's wing, a knife in the gut, twisting...my stomach prone to churn.

Crying out at the foot of king, the lush being with power to sting,

and an overwhelming desire to burn, like blood staining my thick white ring.

I'll use my voice as a way to turn desolation into music - a pure, sweet thing.