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Kapoleon

Kapoleon

Music has always been my main method of writing. I want to adapt into something more.

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Kapoleon

Kapoleon

Music has always been my main method of writing. I want to adapt into something more.

76
Writings
7
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“I Flee From Thee”

Kapoleon

1 min read

In your arms I found my home


Bound and tied

Locked and chained

Your words restrain

My fleeing nature


I move no more

Boat on shore

Rooted tree

Too deep to flee...

Poetry

Romance

Linus Drink water

Kapoleon

1 min read

Open: King Cleos Whitestream and the young councilman Linus Drinkwater are at supper in the dining hall of Evenground castle. The day is in its first cycle of sun sleep.


Linus: (Cuts into a pink slab of braised bison flank) I have to admit that I have never eaten this late before. But then again I have never hunted my own bison before either.


Cleos: It can be thrilling at first, but I find the...

Bojweeze

Kapoleon

1 min read

“Been rich and poor,

Poor then rich,

Rich and spending money like a

Hypocrite,

Crite, Critical is this the longest list,

List all your wants and needs

Need an open fist....

Distorted Reality

Kapoleon

1 min read

You’re happy until you realize you’ve been singing sad songs all day.


Fat dragon

I've been feeding my faults

Been year's since I've seen sunlight

Been in my cave

Potential grave

All my belongings

Within my sight...

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Diego Rivera

Kapoleon

1 min read

Am I your poison

Your slow downfall


Am I your inspiration

Driven by anger rage and passion


Am I your worst

Do you regret the best moments


Do your friends know

Do your friends want me too


Frida Kahlo

I am Diego Rivera...

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Assiniboine Carnival

Kapoleon

1 min read

I never knew what I would find at the Assiniboine carnival. I knew there would be clowns and jugglers and all things of that sort, but even then you never knew what would happen when all those players got in motion.

I never knew what I would find, but I never expected to find a reason to leave home.

I could bore you with my backstory, tell you how I had only ever wanted to be a writer and my par...

Sting Of Wit

Kapoleon

2 min read

Cade: That was the weirdest show I have ever done. I mean the chairs are Hobbit sized, the floor is pale red and the noise from the ice machine fills the room.


Lena: I know. It’s like every time it made ice it was laughing!


Ashkan: At us or with us?


Lena: We’re comics, you better hope they are laughing at you! Dummy.


Cade: They don’t laugh when Ash is on.


Ashkan: Okay okay make fun, tha...

River Genies

Kapoleon

1 min read

Greta: They’re something else aren’t they.


“Startled! Dante quickly fumbles his vial of Felix back into his pocket”


-Greta doesn’t notice


Dante: Hmm? The fish?


Greta: Yes the fish. They are River genies


-Oh good she didn’t notice



Dante: Yes. They are different.


Greta: Different to us because we have seen many different fish. To each other, they are the same.


- Dante silent and a lit...

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Alias

Kapoleon

1 min read

No good deed goes unpunished


“Long ago before your time

Lived Waldhexe

Ragged clothes and bending spine

Was Waldhexe

She feeds off youth and old alike

Don’t try to run, no need to fight

Once in her grasp you’ll never leave

Old Waldhexe

Poor Waldhexe”


Dante finished reading and placed the old book down on the table beside him.



Gilly: What was all that?


Dante: That was an old nursery rhyme....

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Dead To Death

Kapoleon

1 min read

It came to me like snails come to gardens

Ready to consume

A trail of slime leads

Towards

Leaves and pine



This thing called living

The importance of it

Thee un-important parts of it

This thing that is death may move with haste or haste without

It may move slow to fill you with dread and doubt

We appreciate it cause we are it

Alive and dead to death

Yet we dance abreast

A flamenco of youth

To ...