drop dead triggerDO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDHOOD RUINED!!!drop dead trigger3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
otherwise, have fun ^_^
She screams your name
But you are deaf
You rise to fame
As she falls to her death
You become darker than ever
Her memories sting
She'd have loved you forever
but you loved one thing
She visits you in dreams
You begin to shout
You're lost in the screams
Trying to figure it out
You wake with a start
She's right there
You tell your heart
That you'll always be there
You go back to bed
Writhing in pain
Put a gun to your head
And remember the name
you pull the trigger
a loud bang sound
And your name, Is Tigger
Piglet watches you hit the ground
oh the most wonderful thing about tiggers is tiggers are wonderful things, their tops are made of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs they're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun fun fun fun fun. The most wonderful thing about tiggers is that i'm the only one, i'm.. the only one. and your life fades to black
he heard a sound
a loud bang
the pot hits the grou
Do It AgainYou reach your hand outDo It Again1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the first thing you see.
The only problem you have
Is that first thing was me.
You stare up at me
With begging blue eyes,
Hoping I'd save you
From your certain demise.
I take your hand softly
And offer a smile,
But what lies in wait
Is awful and vile.
I grip your hand harder,
Then take off my cover.
What lies beneath
Can make Satan shudder.
A smile etched in flesh.
Eyes of a killer.
No kindness to show.
I look worse than Thriller.
My face cracks a grin
And before I let go
I say ' Never trust friends
That you think that you know.'
I loosen my grasp
And as you descend
I can't help but think
'Let's do it again!'
Egy elveszett lelekEgy elveszett lélekEgy elveszett lelek1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sötét volt aznap este a szobában.
Nem égett a lámpa világító fénye.
Valahogy olyan volt az az este,
Mintha minden ki lenne égve.
Valahol még zakatol egy erős szív,
Néhol még felbukkan egy-egy hang.
A távolban lehullik az utolsó fej is,
Gyilkoltak, de mégsem szól a harang.
Ezek uralkodnak e zordon éjjelen.
Egy elveszett lélek bandukol mégis
Túljutva a sorson, karmán,végzeten.
Ő csak jó akart lenni, ő megpróbálta,
De az elméje már régen feladta.
Így úgy döntött, egyszerűbb lesz,
Ha az egész világot lemészárolja.
Sötét volt a szoba, egy kislány reszketett.
Tudta, hogy már csak ő kell neki,
Az elveszett lélek rá szomjazik,
Az ő tiszta, ártatlan vére
Face in the WindowFace in the WindowFace in the Window4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was sitting in my parlor;
Feeling lonely, sitting there one and only,
When the clock by the door struck eleven.
Then the wind began to moan.
Not so long ago, I lost her;
Then she left me feeling so lonely,
To ascend to her reward in Heaven.
I put aside my book;
I turned to the window to look,
And I beheld her face there,
Looking inward at me.
“Clarissa, if only you could be here!
You must remember that you were so dear.
Still I know that it cannot be.”
“Edward, I need you to be near!
There is a way; but, promise not to fear.
Then we will be together in the sky.”
I feared not how nor why;
I knew well that I had to die.
So I vowed to come when the hour was right.
“I shall await you in Heaven,” she said at last;
Then she left me alone again through that night.
Forgotten Wishing WellNear the bottom of the gardenForgotten Wishing Well5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dug deep into the hardy ground
there stands a special wishing well
not many folk know it`s around
three feet wide, with it`s sides so straight
very deep you can`t see it`s base
I'm sure if you looked hard enough
you`d be able to see a face
as I have said to you before
this is a very special well
when the new moon is shining bright
drop two coins in and make a spell
if the new moon is bright enough
then your little spell will come true
but please be very careful now
once started you`re to see it through
if you refuse to complete it
there`s a forfeit for you to pay
this may not be very pleasant
but I'm sure you will find a way
take care my inquisitive friend
that`s why the wishing well is here
down the bottom of the garden
no one will see you disappear!!
Stories with a twist are great fun to do!
© Lissie Bull 2013
piggypiggy2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dark red tar, dripping black
Pierce the neck and burn the back
Strips of bacon, slaughter the pig
Give him the shovel, make him dig
It doesnt matter how you feel
Just stab the piggy, make him squeal
Bound him up above the fire
Dance around til he expires
Rip him down and start the feast
Stupid fucker's good at least
Thoughts Too FarJust make it stopThoughts Too Far1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
make it end
just let me take may veins
Someday SoonSomeday SoonSomeday Soon19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I lay in rest I suddenly awaken.
I look up and am suddenly shaken.
A creature appears deformed and misshapen.
I feel cold and alone, lost and forsaken.
I shake and stutter “Who is there?”
The figure reveals a face with no care.
Empty the face, black eyes, blank stare.
The creature exhales, cooling the air.
The creature’s own body looks dead and broken.
Scarred and gray, it delivers no token.
No greeting, no gift, no words were there spoken.
The creature then moved in silence unbroken.
Crawling across the ceiling it came.
Closer and closer it whispered my name.
Gently it whispers “Come, come, no fear, no shame.”
“Come closer, come here!” It then screamed in vain.
I shrink in fear, deeper and deeper.
I am afraid of this ghastly creature.
What being is this to come and seether?
The creature now crawls steeper and steeper.
Its face now stretches and tears before me.
Such a grotesque sight to see.
I’m trapped, I’m frozen,
Beyond NameThrough time beyond reckon I have slumbered,Beyond Name10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knowing mountains before they earned names--
‘Neath the brine-laden shore
Near the Earth’s molten core
Where no mortal may ever lay claim.
(Though the wind o’er the vales where titans once lumbered
Still speak of the void whence I came)
And my scions were born of the silence,
Bringing night and its tenebrous haze—
Vast projections, foregone
Of old chasm’s deep yawns,
Bodies racked in a chronic malaise.
(Though the tempest’s eye blinks, it speaks of such violence
And rages unyielding for days)
I have pondered the crawling ascension
Of such apes that now call themselves “Man”—
Whose primordial strain
Has infected each vein
Hence beheld without wisdom or plan.
(I shudder as then in such cold apprehension,
The wanton destruction I scanned)
As their conflagrant march waxed eternal
In my fear I at last had resigned
That my only choice left
Was to live thence bereft
Of those things that w
Who Knocks?Who Knocks?Who Knocks?1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the light of the streetlamps was low;
When the light of the moon lost its glow;
Then I sat in my parlor to ponder
What this life we lived was for.
The fire was burning low in my hearth;
I began to ponder about my death.
Was there really a life after or not?
But I thought that I would never know.
Suddenly there was a knocking at my door.
A faint knock as by a woman’s or a child’s hands;
Still, I feign could understand
Why someone would call on me at this hour.
But I stood up to see,
Wondering still who could call on me;
And I reached and turned the knob.
Standing in the door was a maid,
With long raven hair, who said,
“Many years ago, when the fields and I both flowered,
You knew me; and I loved you.”
So I stood and wondered, and I tried to recall;
Although something in me told me it was true.
Slowly, faintly, I heard a name:
It was Frieda Reidenauer.
Then, I realized that she was dead;
The Murderer's Spousea groaning wheel, you slink from bed sated,The Murderer's Spouse6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and our strain aims squarely for the temple.
elevators scare us silly, migraines
are ground floors – the boxes have grown tenfold,
suddenly vagabonds, cancerous stalks.
you crave outlets for your needed musings,
whether gold plated or a pagan toy,
as the curtains are drawn this fine Thursday.
hobble downstairs in those faded blue shoes,
walk, grab the pitcher, and the tea's duller.
scream – pour it into my abandoned mug.
long years take less hikes to make, nowadays.
we danced nocturnes atop our era's bones.
your lover is dead, which comes as The Chair -
electrocution without shock (that's me.)
A Memory LostThe walls you've built around yourselfA Memory Lost1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were never there before.
Yesterday we played so free,
But today you locked your door.
Rumors spread around the town
Of a brutally murdered child.
Is that what you are hiding from?
If so, I'll wait a while.
Weeks have passed since we last played.
Surely you're not still fearful?
So up the road and to your door
I skipped so very cheerful.
I knocked once, then twice, then thrice
And finally it creaked.
My heart rose quickly in my chest
As out the door you peeked.
Then it sank as I saw your eyes
So blank and void of life.
You're skin was pale and in your chest
Was a blood-stained knife.
My mind went black as I stood
Remembering what I did.
I was the murderer,
And you were the murdered kid.
The Unacceptable TruthI stare at the creatureThe Unacceptable Truth1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The thing in the dark
Who's grinning so awful
Like a half starving shark
Eye that are sunken
Skin white as snow
Hair tipped in purple
And I black ball for a nose
The thing just sits there
Til finally I call
'What are you, you beast?'
Then forward it crawls
'I am your nightmares
The thing you won't be
Your secret desires
That no one else sees.'
'I'm the insanity you hold
The murders you plan
The things that you won't do
But not what you can't.'
'I'm the blood that you've bled
The pain that you've felt
The hate you've received
The blows you've been dealt.'
'The hate that you feel
Your kinks and your quirks
The deepest cavern within you
Where your demons all lurk.'
'The things that you're scared
You'll get caught if you do
All in short, though
I simply am YOU!'