PredatorThe rainPredator1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slaps my face
As I run
Through the forest,
And mud seeping
Through my shoes.
I am lost,
But not scared,
I should be.
I hear the growls,
To any animal.
He is wild,
A feral beast
Of a man,
Hunting his prey.
But I am
And this thrill
Just out of
But I am
The Simple FavourDeep in the wood where the moss grows thickThe Simple Favour1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a camper van home to a real dick
He appreciated his silence to a ridiculous degree
Living a life which he described as peace and harmony
Friends, relatives and acquaintances he had none
Claimed they were a waste of time when all said and done
All visitors he kicked off the premises with a steel toe-capped boot
Any intruders he had a two cylinder shotgun ready and loaded to shoot
All his food and water he picked up from natural sources
He preferred the good old flame from costly gas and electrical resources
He did not share any of his wealth he had collected over the years
Such was the life of this man of cold soul and dry tears
One rainy day while reading a book in the blackest of night
There was knocking at the door that gave him a fright
He put his book down to see who would be calling
Only to find to his disappointment a young girl lost and bawling
She asked politely to the man if she could use the phone
So she could get a ride t
silent hillThere’s no were to hidesilent hill10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There’s no place to run
Wherever you are
They will find and then hunt.
No sleep will be saved
For the likes that await
In silent hill town
Were all sins have been dragged
The sun never shines
The ash always fall
The cold is your friend
were the darkness will raid
the feast will soon start
when the flare will speak up
all nightmares and sins
will feed of your will
till there is nothing else left
but a corpse in their wake.
CentraliaThere was once a townCentralia10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Filled with life
Were people would work
In the downwards mine.
The children’s would play
till the end of the day
and wife would all wait
for their husbands wage.
However one day
In the minds of the day
The hell will be raised
As is well known by today.
The streets will all fall
The air will be hot
Some workers end up dead
And the city in flames.
Now the towns is all grey
There is silence in its wake
The streets all are lone
And the town is all lost.
The Dark ChurchLo! Hear the knell of the bells!The Dark Church20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the desolate hill the church doth stand
A testament to cultures long past, it looms over the land as a grim shade mocking the city with its dark glory
With flying buttresses cracking and weathered by tempests and time
Gargoyles stand as silent eternal sentinels. .. waiting for their masters return
Appearances deceive as although the appears empty, strange shadowy aeons flit and flicker across the empty or broken windows like dark ethereal candle flames
Wind howls through the pipes of the aging rusted organ like the sorrow filled moans of some abyssal creature
Storms of dust, animal bones and other debris is all that remains of the once pristine pews
The ghosts of archaic practices and false blessings long since passed leave their sickly imprints upon the chapel
With scorched walls and ruined doors the church is nought but a monument of centuries of suffering and evil
No living being will ever cross the threshold to this portal to the abyss
The Lonely OneGaze at the figure!The Lonely One21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch as he stands like a lone gargoyle in the night
The last of his kind he looks down into the valley
Watching as silence and shadow consume his beloved home
There are no flames or sounds of death and decay
Just the deafening silence and slow dimming of lights from the village below
Gaze upon his weeping face!
See his sorrow, tears like salty rivers of silent heartache upon his cheeks
...there is no one else, no one left to love or laugh with.
No joy, no cheer only sorrow and fear
For he is the last of his kind.
His species and all of its history, culture and destructivness die with him, to bereclaimed by Gaia and her other creations
The Doctor's CallTonight is the nightThe Doctor's Call23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has to be
The dark clouds are alive
Thunderous rage echoes in the distance
Indeed, I can see the force of Azathoth flowing through their veins
My darling, at long last our destiny lay ahead
I stand above you peering into your soul
The scars of your salvation glisten in the sunlight
Your final stitch drawn tight
The secrets you hold are a mystery to man; a reality to me
The transfusion nears an end
Placenta filled vats swirl awaiting their call
Waiting for the sanguine river to again flow within your ragged flesh
Mighty Azathoth, I call to thee
My masterpiece is finished; my companion waits silently for your touch
Come to me, show me your power
Answer my prayers
Breathe life into the undead
For on this night, my genius will reign
My epitaph finally etched into stone
Cthulhu will be proud
Tonight, answer my pleas
Tonight, let my monster rise
Behold the Gospel (NaPoWriMo - Day 20)From deep within the darkness, the father spoke and the sun weptBehold the Gospel (NaPoWriMo - Day 20)1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open your soul to life and set forth across the new horizon
For the signs of salvation stir and the prophesied one grows strong
Look, behold the gospel
Our father has indeed perfected life
The rightful savior of humanity walks among us
We must continue to push forth
We must continue to convert the unfaithful
Around every corner, our numbers build
The prophesy of our father is indeed at hand
Look at the sinners as they flee
Their faith wavering as they see our armies rise
Come, help me tempt them with the purity of the flesh
We must stand tall in the face of their dismay
Help them complete their sacred passage toward the rapture
As it has been foretold in the blessed text
Our journey will be painful
But, our place in the holy sepulcher will be reserved
Let us pray
Lord of Light
I remain humbled by the responsibility entrusted in me
I can feel your wisdom flow through my veins
Let our hearts rise in unison with
Shadows I try not toShadows 1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Try so hard
Not to look in the darkness
And try to not
By the shadows
I see them walk towards me
I try to avoid
Looking into the darkness
Because all I see is
~ The Monsoon ~'neath the perfect ocean-swell~ The Monsoon ~1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The darken'd tydes kiss, lyfe-less and bor'd,
Their turquoise mounts, not long ador'd;
'for in their mad, relentless hel
Aspects are lent to deaden'd eye
d'void of mynde and perfum'd skye,
-and hath no tale to telle;
Save for those who 'waken, hark
From horrors of the writhing darke
Torn from her sensual, drowning spelle
~ Caleb Svikart©2015 ~
Cries In The WindDeath came to Oklahoma City with a blast.Cries In The Wind1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was not the first, nor would it be the last.
153 folks perished to feed a madman's lust
to turn a Federal Building into merely dust.
Twenty-six kids were among those who died.
They were merely in the wrong place that morn.
But when the truck-bomb blew, we soon knew
that when explosives speak, nobody is safe.
Soon, the mourning turned to cries of vengance,
and demands for the blood-and-life of the bomber.
They caught him on an lonely Oklahoma highway--
where we saw a monster stood a ordinary man.
He paid for his actions with his own life soon enough.
His partner-in-crime rots in a Federal prison cell.
But even today, you can hear the cries on the wind
as a city still has to deal with this man-made Hell.
Twenty years ago...Death came to Oklahoma City.
Twenty years ago...Death showed no real pity.
Twenty years...you can still hear the cries in the wind.
Twenty years...do your remember it, my dear friend?
Hallowed GroundI walk upon hallow groundHallowed Ground2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
scattered with bones
from the forgotten dead,
here the lost wander,
while I carry the emptiness inside,
like a desert well gone dry.
I mark the time with a knife blade
in my flesh counting slashes for
each day you are gone,
the pain calms my mind and
quiets my thoughts so I can
breath once more.
final sentence2nd grade, on the playground.final sentence2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we were just little kids.
he had pushed me off the swing,
as a joke with his little friends.
i curled up in a little ball and the tears fell.
but after his friends left, his voice softened
and he dropped down to his knees beside me
innocently moving my hair so he could see my face.
"aw, i didn't hurt you too bad, did i?"
8th grade, he asked me out.
i was thrilled.
we had become good friends since 2nd grade
and i had a crush on him since the past year.
i should've known an eighth grade boy couldn't handle commitment.
and he cheated on me with the queen cheerleader.
i hated him, but not as much as i hated myself.
but weeks later he apologized (which i accepted),
for he actually seemed quite caring and sorry.
"please tell me i didn't hurt you too bad... did i?"
11th grade, with our friends all around.
everyone was saying how cute their partners were
when asking them to the homecoming dance.
but mine said,
"oh, speaking of homecoming, i'm br
Are You Glad that You LivedFeel concrete kissing your cheekAre You Glad that You Lived2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pills pushing down against flesh
Taste the liquid beneath,
as they hold you down against pavement
bludgeon your bones, your heart,
Feel them reach into your chest
tying ropes onto lungs
Before slamming the door
As if pulling a tooth
And you start to cry
pounding your head on the wall
spitting blood and snot and bones all from your mouth
balance a fable on top all this blood
Death has become a symphony
a bleeding sun cresting the hills
Never has she been more glad to see the day
Insanity's Way of ManipulationA facade full of mimicry and emotionsInsanity's Way of Manipulation2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Choosing two sides of cards with sensations
Can you tell any difference with them?
Supporting every outcome like a stem
Lies and stress pooling into pools
Maltreated often like a pitiful fool
Submerging into that pool of stress
Drowning, screaming loud in distress
Every burden forces you to a tight grip
Making you struggle more, trying not to slip
Every problem becomes torturing to endure
Letting your negativity come to you by lures
Have you ever heard of limits?
Limits as high as the summits?
Most of the idiots are oblivious
All of the people are mischievous
Chained and restrained by words
Wired up tightly like copper chords
Can you let the madness take over?
Smiling insanely under that neutral cover
Splattering every single blood in sight
Stirring up everyone else’s fright
Cutting all of their useless limbs
Just how insane can you get?
Living with a smiling face under that insanity
Getting up from t
Lifeblood...The needle enters my vein, drawing blood.Lifeblood...2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is some pain...it cannot be helped.
My skin is tough from the dermatitis
that has cursed me since I was a young boy.
She looks as the red elixir enters the bag.
She smiles lovingly, knowing her lunch is here.
We made a deal...no teeth are to be involved.
She tenderly caresses me as my blood is taken.
For her, my lifeblood is her lifeblood as well.
It nourishes her...but she knows not to take it all.
She takes two pints, then slips me a glass of juice...
all the better to renew my supply in good time.
After the draw, I lay still as she stifles my flow.
A tender kiss, and it's off to the freezer for her.
She gets her blood, I get love...not a bad deal.
Such is the price when you love a vampiress.
HeadsmanBy Royal Order, we have a date to keep.Headsman2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your treachery has earned my attention.
Be thankful they didn't command worse...
just you, me, a scaffold and straw--and my ax.
The crowd will be there to see you off, man.
Will you die game, or chicken-bleep yellow?
One thing is certain...your demise is my purview.
It's what I am born to do, no buts about it.
There were plenty who lost their heads to me.
You won't be the first...nor will you be the last.
On the dawn tomorrow, your life will be ended...
a blood sacrifice on the Altar of Royal Justice.
Ponder on this as you try to sleep tonight...
if you had merely followed the law, you would live.
Soon I will finish your sentence with one swing...
where you go after that is not any of my concern.
My ax is sharp-and-oiled, ready to chop your neck.
And my soul is at peace with my job on the dawn.
Your demise is only business, as far as I am concerned.
And the pay I get for doing you won't be Judas Silver.
Do I think about those whom I send to Etern
CavitiesIf I get calledCavities2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Any form of sweetie
one more time,
I will rip out
all of my teeth
and show them
in all their glory
"Do you like what your cavities did to me?"
AzrealHe's the one we must all fall to.Azreal2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
For he represents the Omega...
the end of all there is in life.
No one expects-or-escapes him.
You never know when he comes...
but you'll know when he's there.
You will never know the moment
that you will cease to breathe air.
You can never take anything with you.
There is only room on his horse for you.
And he does not leave, unless the time
is not right for your pre-ordained demise.
He is the one whom is feared by all...
even his brother archangels steer clear.
For if Azreal wants you...he will take you.
Will you shake with fear, knowing he's near?