A MermaidShe conjures quite a storm,A Mermaid13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sends up great waves to swarm the deck,
To drown the crew and wreck
Their ship and snap the neck of those
Not yet in their death throes.
As ev’ry sailor knows, a maid
Who dwells in ocean’s shade
Will lure them far from aid, from land,
And with bewitching hand,
She’ll toss them, sink them and destroy
The lives of man and boy,
So that she may employ their ship
As home, and she will strip
It bare, and then equip the thing
With ev’ry belonging
She likes; perhaps she’ll sing as she,
A maiden fair and free,
Hangs shells and all things sea, and weeds…
’Tis all a mermaid needs;
These are the very deeds that show
She owns the place, and so
All sea-dwellers will know that she,
This daughter of the sea,
Has claimed the ship to be her base,
Her private, wicked space,
Her stolen, murdered place of warm.
SecretPsstSecret1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come this way
And hear me say
I got a secret
Can you keep it?
Did you hear?
Do you fear?
That's my secret
Will you keep it?
Now pinkie swear
It's ours to bear
Promise you won't say
What you've heard today
Only time will tell
If you pass or fail
Lets just hope and pray
You can keep my secret at bay
Well, well, well
I guess at this you fail
It's your last day
It's the only way
Sorry, my friend
This is the end
My secret I'll save
Now go to your grave
Bloodlust Makes You A MonsterThere are times in which even good monsters.Bloodlust Makes You A Monster2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seem to lose their cool.
Or even their minds...and all control.
That's called bloodlust.
When a hellhound catches a whiff of blood.
They go on all out killing sprees.
They won't stop until the sun comes up.
Because they are relentless killing machines.
Walkens become vicious and vindictive.
Bloodthirsty and aggressive, almost Hessian-like.
They crave blood, yes - they do.
And it's yours they want.
They've got a fever.
The only prescription is blood.
And more cowbell.
They want to drink your blood.
Sometimes there are times.
In which we became a bit beastly and bloodthirsty.
And all we want to do is kill.
Hunt, maim, slaughter.
Sometimes we can't control ourselves.
And the bloodthirsty beast within.
Takes over completely.
Making a monster out of you.
The LineThe Line2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkness falls, eternal silence
advancing slowly all its way
Shows us its very beauty
Untill the end of day.
But in the misty shadows,
hiding and seeking
dark figures crawling,
glaring and peeking.
The houses are warm
and its cold on the streets.
The figures are gathering
while the darkness proceeds.
You think you are save
in your home and your bed
but the figures are breathing
in your tasty, little neck.
And while you dream
of your happy life,
the figures will grab you
and lend you their knife.
Now it's your choice,
darkness around you
your hope is fading,
and you are lost.
But in the darkness
you can see,
a light afar
you have to reach.
you have to decide,
which path will you go?
Good NightWoman:Good Night2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pale, mute, haggard.
Stares—stretching out her hand;
Beckoning me to follow her.
The Descending Order (Part two)I can't feel my heartThe Descending Order (Part two)2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it died at one point and lost it's pace
"My sweet we have been waiting for you"
A dark voice echos
the creatures stop tearing at me at the sound
All eyes on me...
What do I see?
An evil beast
with a crooked smile filled with menacing teeth
I can do nothing, but stare at the rust liquids edge
Where am I?
"Well darling it's where you belong;where you're meant to be."
Here in Hell right beside me; for I am the Wicked One.
I rule all here for this is my realm...my game"
How do I leave?
How do I win?
I still don't understand I whisper
he grasps my hand
I try to pull away
I look up to only be locked in his gaze
"Listen to my words."
Is all I heard
My mind fades
falling into black and blank
My Night Out With PoeMy Night Out With Poe3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Riding on the midnight rail train, snoring madman drives me insane,
while in the distance city lights entice us ever onward.
Try to sleep but him so noisy, wishing I was back in Boise,
not to mention silly raven, acting like my hat's a haven.
"Awfully hot in here," I stutter, suddenly in walks a maven,
asking why I'm not clean-shaven?
Oh, how I wish I could relate, this dismal trek to his home state,
though in reality the tale would bore you to your grave.
This Edgar dude is not my friend, he's not someone I could defend,
his raven bud's a ghostly sort, mug's always got an odd retort.
"Nevermore," he's always shrieking, wond'ring if he's drunk on port,
pleading with him to abort.
Whistle blowing train is stopping, guess we're here my ears are popping,
oh good gosh to no surprise the moon is full and reddish.
Raven hops on Edgar's shoulder, wishing I was feeling bolder,
howling wolf off in the distance, questioning this mad existence.
"Chilly night," is all he offers, pressing on in
Together in Bondage 3There once were threeTogether in Bondage 33 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet now there are two
One will be chosen
I hope it is you
I am too young
I cannot die here
God let me escape
Theses nights of fear
The nights are horrible
The days are bleak
The screams are everywhere
Even when I sleep
The chains round my neck
Signal to my demise
I wonder if they enjoy
Our screams and cries
My mother must be scared
Waiting for my return
Having no clue
Of the scars I will earn
They come for me know
I am no longer a hostage
My life is lost
Without my bondage
Without this bondage
I would escape and run
There once were five
But now there is one
Black LoveHer eyes look fresh,Black Love4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
along with blood-red lipstick.
The kiss she can give,
can be quite sadistic.
Razor sharp eyelashes,
it's part of her fashion.
She looks sad and lonely,
I guess she needs compassion.
Emotions begin to tickle,
as you stroke her hair, that is jet black.
Treat her well, give her respect,
otherwise she will make her deadly attack.
You realise her true image,
when she has your unkind blood.
Veronica, that is her name,
who wants stupid guys, dead in the mud.
An East Anglian FolktaleWoe to you, should you choose to goAn East Anglian Folktale4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Down that path where the rock ferns grow
In the absence of the waxing moon
You may feel something stalking you
Its heavy footfalls make no sound
Padding soft o’er stony ground
Wet black jaws and a fiery eye
Hear not its haunting, mortal cry
Stalking the Eastern woods and marsh
Feeding our fears, its judgement harsh
Coarse, dank fur the colour of plague
Its breath the reek of open graves
None yet know the beast’s true name
Its purpose, or from whence it came
But those who meet its hellish gaze
Are cursed to end their earthly days
So keep the path within your sight
When ghastly howling rends the night
Woe to you, should you miss your luck
And meet the Devil’s own Black Shuck
*Midnight Vault*Nightmare's dominion*Midnight Vault*5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Impossible, sleep holds fast
Trapped in midnight vault.
Tantalized by light
Freedom lies ahead, reach out
Nightmare grip, no peaceful sleep
Welcome rising dawn.
The Light of The WindowOn a the shadowy corner of a darkened streetThe Light of The Window1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies a house whose occupants you never want to meet
You hear no noises or sign of anyone living
as this house is spine chilling
For you see during the day this house is like any other
but at night your terror will smother
At night you see only one thing to cause a nightmare
one lone window illuminated with a single figure just standing there
You see not their demeanor or their face
but something about this person makes your heart race
The person stands there unmoving as if waiting
further increasing the terror its creating
You close your eyes wishing it would go away
as you open them you might have gotten your way
For as you look now there in the window is nothing at all
but your hopes become dashed by a sound that makes your skin crawl
As you slowly turn around you are met with a gruesome sight
The Man Who Should Not Be is the cause of your plight
As he stares you down with his soulless eyes
you are aware that you are about to meet your dem
The Stringed OnesAll they have are the I's, the my's, but never the why'sThe Stringed Ones1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They let lies drip like flies from their sewn button eyes
They stitch hate and pleat fate through cloth alibis
Take their fill from your till of crushed cotton dyes
Take a bit
Then some more
From your gold threaded core
Grab a kit
Cut a slit
Then squeeze out your roar
For those who wish to take heed of this lore
All I can say is
Beware the puppet lined shore
Ghost IslandUm... yeah.Ghost Island1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is my first attempt to write English poetry, as a result to an extremely boring math lesson at school a few weeks ago. I have to admit that I feel kinda awkward publishing this 'cause I can't really judge whether it's good or just bullsh*t (Hint: That's what I'd like to know from you...).
Anyway, I proudly present to you Ida Riddle's product of a boring math lesson, also known as:
Oh Lord Almighty, for a quick death do we pray
As even our salvation seems too far away
And as the black ghost hunts us like a bloody hound
Helpless, breathing our last breaths
Across the water our screams shall sound
Yet shore’s too far away to hear our deaths
Lovely island in the glistening sea
Living here for not even a year
And yet, some say that terrorized we’ll be
By the black shadow of the mountains here
And blackness thrives
Upon our damned coast
He drives us mad
Until he’s had
The strength of his new host
He does not differ between
Alice BIOAlice was born th in Moscow. She was born with her best friend Roxy. Her life is more relaxed from the beginning... or until Roxie began to take on the job. So it all alive. She sinless girl. It does not have any sin. She Fridays teaches Roxy to meditate, and so she just drink tea, listens to, reads the classics, helps Roxy and her friends when they need it. She also recently opened a portal to a parallel dimension "Wonderland". She just tried to learn black magic. And so her parents in Moscow. She had since childhood, fond of magic, and it is therefore toga helped Roxy in the case when she almost died. So she has a connection with Satan.Alice BIO1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kate bio.Name: KateKate bio.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Birthday: 21 of September
Personality: Funny, sometimes strange a evil
Love her friends and her boyfriend, has intresting live
Her parents died in a fire. Sister older than her 3 years. She lived before in Krasnodar, then moved to new York. She works as a maid, singer, sometimes gives away the fact that wins races. Has the car Tayota Auris. In General it works on Gildow spy, but while it's one of those who does not work there do not know. He finished school with a gold medal. She does not sleep at night... Prefers to sleep in the morning or afternoon. And she plays in various video games as minecraft. Loves to play with his German shepherd. She has a split personality. She can't control herself when she becomes angry. Split personality Kate received in the war. Its very life interesting.
listen to music
red and he loves to walk at night.
Hates:Ee enemies, ee sister.
Other: Plays video games and she comes up with the words to her songs.
Abandoned circus.(Part5)Мы проснулись ничего не понимая... у меня, Камиллы и Эллай заболела голова. Пацаны просто сидели и смотрели. Они не понимали в чем дело. Я хотела остановить боль, но не получAbandoned circus.(Part5)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nightmares and No One's ThereThe pain is unbearable,Nightmares and No One's There1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
heartache so raw.
I wake up at night crying,
real feelings they aren't at all.
Nightmares are digging my memories tiny graves,
as I look inside myself to find truth and only find the black.
My thoughts are trapped in deep, dark caves,
words and pictures all walled up with bricks in stack.
All that's allowed to come from the vast reaches in my mind are twisted,
bleeding words and broken pictures come from the shadows.
Each hurt follows a depraved want as if they are each put into category and listed,
sickness surrounds them each as a pair like torn and tattered clothes.
A voice screams inside my head,
yelling for me to wake up.
Over and over it shakes my bed,
its saying something about a cup.
Splashing coldness hits my face,
I hold my breath as I find m
Trapped„Uwięziony”Trapped1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Jestem z pozoru wolnym w dążeniu,
tak naprawdę zamkniętym w więzieniu.
Nie ma tam krat, ani okien, nawet ścian,
niezmienny jest to mojej świadomości stan.
Zewsząd otacza mnie niezmierzona pustka,
pozbawiona jakiegokolwiek blasku pierwiastka.
Z martwej ciszy wypełzają kaci mojej duszy,
sponiewierana nadzieja w posadach się kruszy.
Wiedzą jak resztki woli walki osłabić,
szydzą, zadają ból, ale nie chcą zabić.
Mają nade mną władzę, ja nie mam broni,
żadna siła mnie przed nimi nie ochroni.
Czuję ich oddech na swoim ramieniu,
godzę się na wszystko w milczeniu.
Wokół mojej szyi zaciskają się dłonie,
krew powoli spływa na poranione skronie.
Duszę się, ból wykrzywia okrutnie usta,
w krzyku niemym tonie przestrzeń pusta.
Jestem tam sam, tak nieludzko sam,
w swym cz