The PassageHer heavy footsteps echoThe Passage2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As she runs through the halls,
Her heart racing with fear
As shadows cover the walls.
In panic she screams,
But there's nobody to hear her.
The walls are closing in
And the spirits draw nearer.
Farther down she goes,
Her hands all dark and muddy,
Until she reaches the last room,
The door all black and bloody.
Inside she trips, giving up,
As tears fall down her face.
This is where she meets her end,
In this damp and dreary place.
Then suddenly, she remembers,
And makes her last attempt
To find the inner passage,
Her body tired and unkempt.
Soon she finds it, just in time,
A small corridor behind the shelf,
And in she crawls, cautiously,
Desperately trying to save herself.
The spirits wail outside the door,
Unsure of where she went.
And shivering, she traveled on,
Ignoring the sounds of torment.
Soon she came to a little door
That led her to the yard,
And out she was, and running,
Breathing quick and hard.
The spirits cried and grabbed,
But now she was out
My Vampiric BedmateAll I ever wantedMy Vampiric Bedmate1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was just to have some fun
But no one was laughing
When it was all said and done
I went to bed warm
But ended up cold
If I knew what was coming
I would not have been so bold
He cradled me close
I was safe in his arms
I was led to believe
I’d suffer no harm
He kissed my lips
Whispered my name
But it all changed
When he blew out the flame
The pain was harsh
Like the bite of a knife
He took my soul
He took my life
Now I am lifeless
Pale, no hint of blood
But marked in a way
That should have left a flood
But he took that too
When he stole away my breath
But that is what I get
For going to bed with death
Noctis NocturneNoctis Nocturne2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Noctis is an immortal being with forever bleeding eyes
She is cursed by the moon, forced to roam the world eternally
I swear she is humming to the moon as she cries
Beseeching to return to sweet mortality
To be able die
To relieve herself of this never-ending pain
To the moon, she carols:
“For a hundred thousand years I have been wandering the universe
These eyes, these wounds, this harrowing sting
Please, I beg of you, end this evil, undying curse
Death, please give me my wedding ring.”
The moon does not heed her decaying carcass
Noctis remains in her endless wander
You can sometimes hear her moaning in the darkness
Night falls from the moon, shadowing her
She is the howling wind.
Toxic Wasted Disguised as GlitterAs a gaping woundToxic Wasted Disguised as Glitter3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
festering words seep
from between ruby braised lips
Acrid - a putrid vocabulary -
vernacular of the dead
mindless, menagerie of language
Unimaginative, heartless guile
you want to please -
of poisonous 'beauty';
You strain toward others
souls of the same stain
grasping at one another
A glittering shame -
a puddle, a cesspool
of unnecessary ugliness
Bathed in false light
you draw alluring
your dose, toxic
In a mass of illusion
a vaporous nectar
RemainsBlood drips down, painting youRemains1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Framing bruises black and blue
With a dark red stain, sticky to touch
From a wound which hurts so much
Pain runs deep, through your skin
Reminding you of deadly sin
The dull thud of soft skin on metal
To the floor you now hopelessly settle
A tattered ruin you now be
Anything to make you see
How you strain, to make it right
But never resolved with a fight
Blood drips down, pointing you
In a direction that was never true
You punch, kick, scream, cry...
Just to make your blood run dry
New Beginning's BattleWe sprint and slide,New Beginning's Battle3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
through hardship, through time,
in the wake of ending slime and grime.
We are so close, so near,
to the end of our fears!
The drop of victory on our tongues,
awaken our cheers!
But it is a sword, a spear,
as it rings in our ears.
The voices in The Queen's mirror,
weren't rosy and dear,
and the roads weren't clear.
Only now we see it on the true gear.
It doesn't matter now,
as it's fingers run afoul.
They grow and smolder,
above our batter heads.
Somehow we know,
our eyes will know what's below...
our fate has become our foe.
We don't deserve this,
to have us be punished!
Ignorance was only bliss!
There is no need,
for it's fiery touch!
(It loves it's greed).
There isn't a reason,
for these cuts and burns!
(It just continues to yearn).
We scream and cry,
for some help and aid.
But as the cards are laid,
our hopes began to fade.
We stopped our cries,
hope was only a lie.
It was only a tiny light,
silenced by the force of night.
We let go of all escape towards r
RefugeeTheir words like thunderRefugee1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Those who enter here
Abandon all hope
A cruel fate draws near
Left to the wind
They march without sight
Looking for yonder
Begging for light
Sent away sobbing
No help at all
Their children walk hungry
The nightmarish sprawl
Like hell's sunrise
They simply desire life
Now they face demise
A sky called kindred
Banners spread about
Fall at the sound of thunder
Without even a shout
Clamor by the gates
A shout for adjust
Approach will the tyrant
He will do what he must
Of words we ought to say
Night stricken eyesight
To keep us at bay
Bleached black distinction
Humble souls are jaded
Yet slowly faded
Corpse Party- Sakutaro MorishigeI see dead bodiesCorpse Party- Sakutaro Morishige16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each organ neatly sprawled
Some of the arrogant and haughty
Others swallowed in time’s jaws
They are so delectable
Food for my eyes
A nearly orgasmic sight
Each corpse lies in lost cries
Hehe…such terror in their face
Such crooked stature by ruthless batter
Some say they look ugly
But it’s the insides that matter
A Squeak In The Night...IN the quaint little town of Groodunway,A Squeak In The Night...3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By the hag-ridden forest of Phoo,
The townspeople there were quite famous
For having a legend or two;
Not a one of them dared go to bed, I declare,
Without first oiling each mattress spring--
For these peasants all dreaded that
One single squeak
Would summon a most dreadful THING!
It all started when Fledge, the town miser,
Hopped into his old creaky bed
On a night when the freaky fog
Hung thick in Phoo
And the moon was a dark bloody red---
From the woods came a squeak,
And they all heard Fledge shriek...
In the morning, he was minus his head.
Mrs. Dryzzil, the rector's wife,
Bounced in her bed
With the milkman, when her hubby
(A-drinking at Flossie's, the silly
Till the mattress protested
With a rust-riven SCREEE,
Which was echoed with a rasping shout!
The creature left only
Their wet, well-sucked bones
Behind as it slithered on out.
What the monster looks like
No one living can say; all I know is
That to this very day,
That Final SoundThunk!That Final Sound1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sound goes in my ears!
Somewhere in front of me
A crowd loudly cheers
Yells a man a few feet away
And the jingle of shackles
Started to play
The sharpening of steel
Sounds loud and clear
Im starting to figure out
Why I am here
Went the sound one time more
Now I know
What is in store
The crowd cheers loudly
If it weren't for my chains
I would have ran
Yells the man now next to me
With this hood on my head
I couldn't see
The sound a finale
That final sound
Meant the end of me
Ghost in the CellI walk inside your darkened cellGhost in the Cell1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But, something tells me you are not well
I wonder why you are so blue
Are you waiting for your desires to come true
I worship your skin with my sharp wicked lashes
Yet, still you dream, and no tear crashes
Is something wrong my dear, I can't hear you scream
Why does your blood no longer stream
I sit by your side wondering whats lost
It has been a long year I guess this is the cost
Fret not my love for you will stay here
I hope that takes away all your fear
I will miss the whimpers and sobs you created
But I promise to always keep you sated
I tuck you in, as I do every night
A thought occurs, you tricked me again and gave me a fright
I laugh, this scheme, you're so clever
You really made me believe you were under the weather
Your mind amazes me so much, I bustle with pride
You're so cute, this time, I think I will let it slide
I'll be back tomorrow, so be ready to play
I retreat to my chambers, although, I'd rather stay
Ebon Hearted (Theme of the Week #1)Ebon Hearted (Theme of the Week #1)2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some say the eyes are a gateway to the soul
How they are ever mistaken
My ebon hearted heart is the gateway to my mind
Pure, dark, and refined
The heartless of a heartless heart takes its toll
Some say the heart can reveal everything about the soul
That is the truth
My ebon hearted heart is a passage to my eyes
Unseen faceless cries
My eyes are a black hole
Some say a black hole consumes light
How they are more than accurate
My pupils pull everything in
More sinister than the depths of sin
Chilling like a black knight
Knights have robust hearts
They have the hearts of black ebon
Like me; blight and dark
Listen to the sounds of a beating, lifeless heart, I hark
Because that is when agony starts
And when you hear me scream
You are hearing Death
Sorg og frygtTåre triller ned af min kind,Sorg og frygt1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
min verden er sort.
Hvis jeg kunne havde jeg slået ihjel.
Det jeg har forsøgt at glemme i så mange år,
ville folk se.
De mener at hjælpe det vil,
men det er fortid og man kan ej ændre.
Men de vil ha at jeg husker,
husker det jeg har glemt!
De vil bede min moder huske det,
hun vil sikkert huske det,
jeg kan ej, da jeg var 7.
De nævnte min ekskære.
Hans navn, jeg kan ikke tåle lyden.
Jeg ej hader ham, men savnen er stor.
Høre hans stemme, være i hans favn.
Dog han snart er 18 og jeg er 15.
Aldern standser mig lidt.
Men bange jeg er.
Bange for at huske det onde,
bange for at sige hej til min eks.
Frygt og sorg er stort i mig,
jeg bliver mørk, kold, en så kalt emo.
Mit hår er ej sort. Går ej med pircing.
Men jeg er kold, i sorg.
Kan kun se et lille lys.
Men det er osse det.
Roaring in the DarkWe had packed out sleeping bagsRoaring in the Dark1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And drove for many hours
With food and tents we wouldn't use
Through farms and fields of flowers
We trudged through earth and trickling stream
And through a mossy wood
Instead of going to the campsite
Like park rangers said we should
We sat around the fire
And made a lot of s'mores
And as the dark was roaring
We slept on forest floors
And in the dark of midnight
I awoke to darkened skies
Not a single star was shining
But no clouds were rolling by
I climbed out of my sleeping bag
And tried to light the fire
All the woods were closing in
And light I did desire
I couldn't get a single spark
To light the flames, instead
I walked a little from our camp
Dark roaring in my head
I came upon a clearing
We hadn't seen before
All was silent, all was still
Till I heard the darkness roar
A shout of death and loneliness
A force that ruled the night
Until humans came to populate
It's domain with firelight
Something old and scared
From before the time of earth
Ages it h
Corpse Party- Kizami YuuyaI’ll be there for you when you fallCorpse Party- Kizami Yuuya2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you haven’t the will to continue
Gasping for air and starting to crawl
I will take away all of the pain in you
When you take one last icy breath
And your vision is cut with a dark claw
With blood scented on your death
I will enjoy it all
YandereRoses are red,Yandere2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violets are blue.
Say you love me,
Or I'll hurt you.
Now that you’re threatened.
And now that you’re scared.
Kiss me now,
And stroke my hair.
With an axe in my hand,
You've got nowhere to run.
Call me cute things,
Like ''Baby'', and ''Hun''.
If you refuse,
I will slash your face.
And torture you,
In 500 different ways.
Now that we're clear,
Now that you know.
You’re going to stay here,
Tied up in my home.
There's no way you'll leave me,
There's no place to go.
Remember I'm watching you,
And that I tied you down with lots of rope.
Now this is getting fun,
I feel like we're so close.
I'll make you breakfast,
How about some toast?!
Why aren't you talking?
You seem quite sad.
If you don't smile...
You won't want to see me mad.
Were you looking at another girl??
Is that the case?
Well, sit back in your seat,
As I rip off your face.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Now let me make them red also,
Using the blood that comes from you.
Alive, but DeadAlive, but DeadAlive, but Dead3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forever alone, but never free,
this is my real me.
Lost in my sweet dreams,
where are no fears.
In my dreams I can enjoy freedom,
I'm running through the endless meadow,
I can hear myself howling to the full moon,
but I don't know anything about the doom.
And then I'm waking up, I see the real world and I'm wondering.
Why everything's wrong, twisted, nobody seems to be understanding?
Tell me why… Why the world had taken us everything we had?
Leaving us alive, but dead.
I'm still asking the questions, but getting the answers is too demanding.
Why everything's wrong, twisted, nobody seems to be understanding?
Tell me why… Why they had taken us everything we had?
Leaving us alive, but dead.
I simply can't stop asking, although my soul is hurting.
Why everything's wrong, twisted, nobody seems to be understanding?
Tell me why… Why we had taken us everything we had?
We made us alive, but dead.
In a dream I run through the mystic woods,
I see every
The BridesSecretly they stalk the hallsThe Brides1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of their master’s castle
They dare not go far past the walls
For they are not his vessels
They are his consorts, the ladies three
Two brunettes and one blonde
Dracula’s mistresses for eternity
But of them is he fond?
He thinks of them no more
For Mina is his only desire
He leaves them for England’s shore
His heart alight with this new fire
Lone GhostSweltering heat and burning sandLone Ghost1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Jagged, leering cactus plants
The car broke down a mile away
If help isn’t found then there it will stay
A traveler weary, the long winding road
Got to get out, you have places to go
But it’s mid-afternoon and the sweltering heat
Makes it feel like it’s over three hundred degrees
Canyons are craters and gaping from high
While giant stone pillars stab right at the sky
Been walking for hours it’s getting dark fast
And you’re starting to shiver as time’s flying past
But suddenly on the horizon you see
A light, at last yes electricity!
With a vigor renewed and a sense of relief
You sprint toward the powerful light that you see
And as you approach you realize that you’ve found
An old and abandoned quite creepy ghost town
The buildings ramshackle and very decayed
Some skeletons there like a free for all grave
You won’t be finding any help here
But begin to get lost as the town grows bigger
Then slowly the buildi
Attic RoomThe attic lies above my roomAttic Room1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s full of darkness full of gloom
In bed I hear the moans at night
The attic’s never seen the light
I went up once when I was five
And waited for the ghost to arrive
It never did but there I sat
Behind the boxes and coat rack
I waited days and nights too long
I lost all time once on my own
Then I tried to at last get out
But the door was locked and I couldn’t get down
I waited in anguish for someone to help
But no one seemed to hear me yell
Sooner or later I guess I just died
For now I’m transparent and it seems I can fly
I never can sleep and I never can breathe
I never can eat and I never can leave
I came in a human expecting a ghost
And I got what I wanted I guess, I suppose
Fisherman's KnifeThe long white blade is plenty sharpFisherman's Knife1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
despite ten years of cutting carp
this tool, once his, belongs to me
now used with lethal finality
I walk in darkness, I strike from above
aimless vengeance for a long lost love
the last you see, as you struggle for life
my hateful expression, and my fisherman’s knife.
The Hybrid: Prologue, Chapter 1PrologueThe Hybrid: Prologue, Chapter 12 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's positive that many have made multiple predictions of what lurks our planet as we live day-by-day.
There are those who would think for a couple of seconds if aliens would exist, then would get back to their own lives. Others would make some sort of hypothesis, which would lead from one theory to another and to another, and would put themselves through so much that they would end up with their ass on a stick.
I started out just thinking about any possibilities on this earth, but then I would end up watching a movie, making me think less of anything paranormal and mythical, and throw my case into a pile of crap.
However, when it comes to my family's thoughts of these kinds of possibilities...well, let's just say you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. In my household, anything is possible like demons, witches et cetera.
Trust me, I would be the first to shout the word "crazy" if I were to go to that sort of family.
Unfortunately, that's my sort of family. You come