Anyone have kik?anyone have kik that want to talk :3Anyone have kik?36 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
EternityWhat more do I have to do?Eternity6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What more do I have to say?
To stop walking on this earth
To not live another day
I have tried to end my misery
Many times in the past,
But it never works and I always say
The immortality won't last
The bullet missed my body
My shredded wrist soon closed up
The rope always slipped from the rafters
And the poisoned needle had no luck
Under the bridge, there was a safety net
Ready to catch me if I fall
The train came to an abrupt stop
And off the tracks I crawled
I cried at night and begged for mercy
At least keep my dark thoughts at bay
"No" said the devil, seeing to my wounds
"Why do you think I left you this way?"
Porcelain Paint - A poemThe knife is held tightPorcelain Paint - A poem2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in a small porcelain hand.
The red is so bright,
the spray from the ceiling drips onto her headband.
Sirens Arise outside the front door
as she wipes a stray droplet of human paint from near her eye.
Police rush in to find a mother on the floor,
the young girl smooths out the skirt which falls below her thigh.
One of the officers checks around the house,
beside a bloodied father he finds the little living doll.
He pursues with caution in sight of her blouse.
Painted a deep crimson, she surely didn't fall.
She willingly surrenders, a blankness in her eyes.
Upon the question "Why?",
the response the living doll gave with no emotion inside:
"I am a victim, of my own mind."
Dark CreaturesThe world we know is an illusion,Dark Creatures2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The facts we know are just delusion,
We’re victims of a great occlusion,
Put in a state of mass confusion.
We know not what’s hidden from our sight,
The truth is not present in the light,
Perhaps if we knew the truth we might
Run screaming into the safe dark of night.
Behind the veil, what dark creatures dwell?
Bound not to earth, nor heaven, nor hell.
What being keeps us under its spell?
We try to ask, but it does not tell.
Is it just one, or is it much more?
That hides behind the hidden door?
What secrets do such hidden minds store?
What dark thoughts flow from their very core?
What they are is a mystery,
Hidden behind dark malignancy,
In dark realms of exclusivity,
Lords of foreign degeneracy.
Of this thought, it is best to avoid,
Disregard how these beings have toyed
With our lives, what dark manners employed,
Best to ignore, lest we be destroyed.
Devil's HeartDreaming of my own life's future.Devil's Heart2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My own heart is my own mind's creature.
Shattered in pieces my own soul's abuser.
Blame my broken deed's foreign user.
Head's crown is taken over by Lucifer.
My old friend, come again, my intruder
Queen Katrina's CallAt a stripclub all by myself.Queen Katrina's Call3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With no company except the other patrons.
When all of a sudden..
I see her.
Piercing hypnotic eyes.
Ghostly pale makeup.
Her moves are alluring.
Yes, I remember.
I always remember.
There she is.
The vampiress, the dark goddess.
My mistress of the night.
Those alluring dance moves.
The crazy body-paint.
Her sharp fangs.
Katrina. Yes, Katrina is her name.
She still remembers.
She still knows.
She still remembers.
Where she came from.
Blood runs cold for mortals who wait.
The coils are unwinding.
Now she tells you.
To choose your fate.
She says nothing.
But her body movements tell all.
As if to say this to me.
While she is dancing.
'Come taste my love, baby.' Is what her body language says.
Blood makes it hard for her to resist.
My soul, it burns like it is made of fire.
Instinctively I say..'Kiss my hungry lips, vampire'.
Bite me, set my soul on fire.
Bite me, set my soul on fire.
Make me yours
corruptcorrupt3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and cold, cold skin
break all the windows
and let the monsters in
pretty poison girls
with stained glass eyes
carve your bones
into little white lies
snake eyes, snake eyes
try and roll the dice
the winners run
and tread on thin ice
giggles behind doors
whispers sink ships
you fell for her fables
now there's blood on your lips
The Coming Of The Darkest BirdA tousled raven perched atop my head,The Coming Of The Darkest Bird3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the herald of a long suspected bane.
Destroying all my hope for cues misread
and wreaking havoc, driven by disdain.
I know him well, this shadow on my soul
for he does come and go as he deems best.
The creature's every stay does take its toll:
a piece of sanity to grace his nest.
He bodes himself with grievance cutting deep,
a stabbing in the back by someone dear.
His glare on me as bitterly I weep,
he hates me more with every single tear.
But even so he never fails to check
on me when I am utterly alone.
His icy wings then gently stroke my neck,
a whisper: "Do not fear. You are my own."
The Shadow (Poem)I have been up since one,The Shadow (Poem)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
yes, one in the morning.
I couldn’t sleep at all,
my mind sent a warning.
I went to bed at ten,
much like I normally do.
I wouldn’t have done it,
knowing what I would go through.
It was like a sort of presence,
lingering over my bed.
I didn’t hear it move,
But knew it was over my head.
Yanking the covers over me,
I tried hard to shut it out.
Although it was quite meaningless,
It was there without a doubt.
Return To The LabyrinthThe labyrinth beckons me toward its gatesReturn To The Labyrinth4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why must I return I've only just escaped
My twisted corridors a refuge for the mad
The creatures gestating snug inside the cracks
Fear of the faceless creature with intent
To steal my face so on my knees I repent
Emotionless cold and ticking his gears unwind
I dare not look back for fear that he's behind
Locked in this realm of dreams
My desires weaved in tapestry
Uncertainty behind my lids
My dreams for you as words I give
There is a voice within me dying to be heard
Locked within our mysterious nocturne
Such infernal pleasures itching to sing
Those bittersweet chords starting to ring
My mind ablaze with words to score
My quill to page with opulent amour
Black as the night alluring my heart
J'adore mon ombres maîtres du noir
I enchant my halls with screams
I am master of my dreams
My web is spun
The game has begun
The symphony's scored
I've come for my reward
close your eyesSleepless againclose your eyes5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night and the shadows
Playing tricks on your mind
The clock just turned, you hear it click...
But that's impossible, you think to yourself, the clock is digital...
Again, you're left with the silence....
It's so heavy that you can't breathe...
And so it begins
The paranoid feeling that creeps up when you're so manic
The wounds start to rip themselves open....
You feel yourself bleeding, and now your drowning...
In the silence, in the blood of your soul...
Agony awaits you, if only you could close your eyes...
The night terrors come alive in these moments,
And you feel like you're lost to yourself and your fears forever...
If only you could close your eyes....
Trapped again by your own mind...
The clock turns again....you swore you heard a laugh
Sadistic and cruel....the shadows playing tricks on you.
Panic sets in now....so hard to breathe...
Again the clock turns...
If only you could close your eyes!!!
You want to scream, but you're choking...
Suddenly the weight l
Queen of the SeasOh noble albatross, flying witness for the world I now tell,Queen of the Seas5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of ancient creatures dwelling far below in that watery hell.
Where the waters grow cold and stagnant and no sound disturbs,
lives one so cruel and dark, beyond all definition and words.
In the thick and gloom of deserts ebony, far off from shore,
setting eyes upon her and you will see land again nevermore.
Rising from the surface, a lovely maiden with wistful hair,
seductive thick lips and an upper torso left completely bare.
She is a mermaid, the great demon Queen of the seas,
with a kiss capable of making the currents of ones blood freeze.
And as the oceans tempest's bellowing, thundering clears,
she'll climb up ship's rails, playing upon both hopes and fears.
Her moods shifting with the waves, whims going to and fro,
but the end is always the same, pulling her victims far below.
Only then, after revealing her many sharp talons and teeth,
viciously consuming flesh as her prey screams from underneath.
To a graveyard in veils
Shadow PlayHiding in the the cracks and the places void of lightShadow Play1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watching from a distance as you pull your laces tight
I am the product of the flicker emerging from your hearth
The progeny of the luminous casting darkness on your heart
I surround you while you sleep and whisper while you dream
A shadow in the night a companion unseen
You claim you do not know me but I am always there
I was witness to your conception my greatest creation
I am the master of your malice I am the urge for you to maim
I am your shadow in the dark the reflection you refuse to see
I was there when you felt like a fool
I am your darkness and you are my tool
From here to eternity I am eternally the father of lust
On white wings my paternity
On black wings my vengeance
I the malevolent voice
The taunter of souls
I erupt and blossom
I am dusk the midway between dark and light
I usher in the night the harbinger of sleep and dreams
Where one is faced only with ones mind
I am the echo to the voice th
JackIt's a quiet nightJack1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on London's streets
meaning you must be
for at this time
shady persons abound
as they walk the streets
of this fair town.
You wouldn't have worked
this long into the day
but your boss offered
some extra pay
and you desperately need
those wonderful pounds.
So you took it
and stuck longer around.
Now you pay the price
for working so late.
With every step,
you ponder your fate.
Are you going to live
or die in pain?
Will you ever see
your family again?
If you die
will it be from a gun
or a quick stab
from a sharp weapon?
Will they make it quick
to make sure it pays
or kidnap you
and drag it out for days?
Suddenly, you hear it!
A shout! A shriek!
It sounds like a friend
in a situation bleak!
Panicking, you run.
In its direction you head,
hoping that she
doesn't end up dead.
As you run,
you hear it again!
From the west end!
Throwing fear to the wind,
you run even faster,
praying you can save her
from some horrible bastard.
When you arrive at th
Colors of WarSilver is the blade wielded in battleColors of War1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That separates the traitors that to the enemy tattle.
Gold is plunder called "fortune and glory"
They make the war all the more gory.
Black are the hearts of the lovers of death
Who in their hate and their malice and in blood they dress.
Crimson is the blood of warriors who fought
Who, with their own lives, the lives of others they bought.
Gray are the clouds that observe overhead
The death and despair to which these lives led.
White are the talons extending from the sky
With it comes the roar that strikes fear into those who didn't die.
Yellow is the sun that dares not show its face
That weeps from the evilness of the human face.
Blue are those who lost loved ones in the war
They are the ones to open a new lifeless door.
Green was the grass before the fighting began
It turned to crimson and darkened the land.
Orange is the flame in a funeral pyre
Those who fought turn to ash in the fire.
Purple is the cloak of the unscarred king
Sending his troops
Nullify They pointed out you're rooting from withinNullify 1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I gave my trust to the bright facade;
It sores me to see how blind I coyld have been
AS you're decaying from failing to be God.
I ought to pity you- forgotten glory and alone;
Yet you denied your only true salvation;
A demon feeding with my darkness - a fact well-known,
You've fallen to your death for thos sweet temptation.
We shall meet again, master puppeteer,
For you'll have to pay the truth that you deceived.
Your strings of evil from me will dissappear
Free I'll be to burn all you achieved.
Fear me, for I'll put an end to you madness' flood
For I too am evil as we share the same blood.
Blood Moon (MAJOR FORESHADOWING FOR DEAD RECKONINGBlood MoonBlood Moon (MAJOR FORESHADOWING FOR DEAD RECKONING2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A small poem written by an unknown author who claims to know about the myth of the Blood Moon.
From innocent blood
Blooms corrupt harlots
From a broken seal do Demons flood
Their souls tainted like polluted mud
Heart of Gold
Runs deep with regret
For the idea of Good has grown old
Is our downfall truly set?
Sacrifice your loved
Hate and strife brew more power than the philanthropy
Perhaps our heroes will be forgotten and left
Did they retreat into misanthropy?
The Basilisk questions saving life
The side of the Demons seems so tempting…they hold no judgment
He could forgo his perpetual abandonment
If he reinforces his strife
The forces of good protest
The Blood Moon only allows evil to prosper
But the good, will the corruption infest
The old words of love and kindness will be nothing but somber whispers
The weak and feeble proclaim retribution
But is vengeance our salvation?
Can we call this a revolution?
If it means that the only good people will be sent to damnation?
Madam ShirinHe met her inside of a small hidden shopMadam Shirin2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That he found on a whim when he paused for a stop.
The sign on the door it read, “Fortunes inside”
And the door gave a chime when he opened it wide.
She beckoned him over and into a chair
Then she held out her hand and flipped back her hair.
“Ten dollars is all I will need to begin.”
So he paid and he listened to Madam Shirin.
Her voice was like honey poured over his ear
But the fortune she told him brought nothing but fear.
His life would end soon and Shirin told him when.
Death would come visit at a quarter to ten.
He didn’t believe it but then saw her eyes
Welled up full of tears to the young man’s surprise.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, “But this is your fate.”
So he gave her a kiss before it was too late.
Then took off out the shop and back to his place
Where he worried and plotted and, back and forth, paced.
But all he could think of was Madam Shirin
And then inspiration had st
Quick Little PoemHe's a monster in disguise,Quick Little Poem2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stringing up a web of lies.
Clever as the sneaky fox,
His mouth twitches as he talks.
No one dares to cross his path,
fearing his impending wrath.
No one must stand in his way,
for he's the fox and you're the prey.
3 Semi-Disturbing PoemsThe evils in my mind are just as bad as what I've seen.3 Semi-Disturbing Poems2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All if it is terrifying if you know exactly what I mean.
These things with parts so sharp they'd strip your bones all clean,
Scariest thing about them is that all of them are me.
Night terrors and Night Mares are actual creatures
Both of them bearing such terrible features.
Gleaming eyes and giant claws
Skinny frames and gaping maws
And yet despite their fearsome nighttime display
All they want to do is have fun in the day.
The next time you find these monsters under your bed
Show them the happiest thoughts in your head
Cuddle up next to them, snug as a bug in a rug
Just give these mental monsters the biggest hug.
I'm a complex thing living in a simple way
Working real hard in the light of day
I'm tall and thin, just skin and bones
To think of it, this might be my skeleton form.
VengeanceThe boy looked in the mirror hating what he sawVengeance2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blood splayed across his chest a disturbing sight of gore
His golden eyes no longer bright but now dim
A made smile crept across his face for his vengeful sin
A delighted laugh escaped his lips, he's beginning to snap
Pulling at his pants admiring the blood on his lap
At first it was a chuckle, then, hysteric laughter
He now knew there would be no 'happily ever after'.
The Darkness' BalladHere I tread in the darkened night,The Darkness' Ballad2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without a creature to be seen,
But the grinning faces of many shadows,
With eyes of yellow and green,
They delight in my presence, my joy of sin,
The crimes that I commit,
They accept me in the growing Darkness,
To turn this world into ash and grit,
Snakes and ghouls and horrid things,
Step out from the dark,
Their long tentacles caress my long, slim chest,
And plunge into my heart,
All my greatest crimes of genocide and vandalism,
Flash before my eyes,
Join us, foolish wanderer,
Lest ye want to DIE
The Ride That Never EndedThe wheels spin round and the carts shudder,The Ride That Never Ended2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each bumping against the rudder,
The children scream in fear and joy,
As the ride of the century starts to deploy,
The carriages jingle and rattle through the trees,
The children raise their hands to feel the breeze,
The wind rushes past their bitten, cold faces,
And the children remain strapped down to their places,
Each and every evening at around twenty minutes past five,
The runaway train pulls up to it's first dive,
It drops down to the Earth and spins round and round,
Sometimes it does not make even a sound,
The parents whom waited for their loved ones' return,
Found it never would come once the cart made that turn,
The runaway train fell off the rails,
And carried on running, straight through the veil,
And the screams of excited, the screams of terror,
Can be heard from now on, forever and ever,
Riding along through the evening skies,
Riding on air as light as as the sighs,
The children remained stuck in the abandoned park,
With the o