Macabre CelebrationsIt's only a place with pokers and wood.
It's only a place, once kempt with fire,
but alas, it is my home
Skeletal fireflies flitter above in red and green
A timely affair as Christmas spirits rise again
Up from the grave
A boney hand grasps my shoulder
"Here you go, kid," a raspy voice
Fowl, his name, has something in his hand
Bones curled over an object
Primped in shredded ribbons
The flesh of my hand, it cringes
As I receive the object, wrapped in tarnished cloth
"Thank you," I clasp the object,
wandering it over to the tree,
Skinned and pricked with thorns
Lightning bugs, fireflies, and their luminescent eyes
Float around it
Giving an in-season glow
It's Christmas after all
He coughs, an eruption of dirt immerging from his mouth.
"Forgive me," he replies and reveals a skeletal smile
From the common cold."
A wind comes through the window, icy, swift
Teeth chatter, my own
Knees clatter, bone on bone
And I know they are Fowl's
Grendel's Avenue Chapter Five"I'm not feeling anything." Charlie stated. He sniffed the air like a dog and rolled his eyes over the scene from where he stood. "Nope, no feeling anywhere."Grendel's Avenue Chapter Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well that's a darn shame I thought you were supposed to feel something. Feeling is the only way to the answers."
"Yes, I suppose it is," Charlie replied. He stood there awkwardly a moment. The day seemed to drag on with the heat of the questions, even amongst the shade of the tree. He didn't like it. It was like attending class. "Maybe I should just go home now."
"But what about the girl?"
"The girl?" Charlie wondered aloud, but quickly recalled his situation. "Ah yes," he replied, "Natasha."
"Yes, what about her?" the voice asked.
Charlie was getting a little annoyed with the questions. "I don't know. You're my conscience. You're the one who must lead me on the right path and since you can't help " Charlie turned away, starting to head back.
"Me? How have I lead you on the right path?"
"It's what you're sup
Grendel's AvenueSometimes friendly rhythms come across in awkward frequencies. Like when Charlie crossed the lot of Grendel's Avenue, small rubber ball in hand. His intention was to look at the new lovely little girl that moved in across the street, curious as a fourteen year old boy allowed be. He knew her to be nearly twelve, but already in the tenth grade. She attended piano lessons and graced herself with fancy dress parties that were not quite a normality in the 20th century. It seemed peculiar as he wandered up the lot, to have elaborate flowers in chalk strewn all over her driveway, especially considering it was rather long, and he thought it seemed fit to dodge the intricate lines of the petals on his way up. He didn't know why, exactly, but it seemed like spoiling live flowers, as they did entrance in such intricate design. Catching his breath after the maze up to the door, he looked up to knock, only to find that there was already someone there, leaning on the side of the doorway, staring atGrendel's Avenue4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Convince meI am the problemConvince me4 years ago in Other More Like This
I am the one who's currents clash
I am the pilot steering off course
With frightened passengers
who can't make the mad dash
[out those rotting windows]
I am the problem
I need to loosen these chains
I'm no monster
I'll not go for brains
I'm no monster
Still growl, I do
In vain, oh in vain
I am the culprit
Cease my voice and you'll be free
Catch that tongue
Spindle and prick
Do trick me please
So my form may rest with its tarnished soul
Gasp for air, I hold you tight
Kill me please
And do it right
I'm already a dying plague
I can't help my ongoing fight
So grope and cringe and howl and snare
My barren hair
Loosen these chains
And let me remind you
I am no monster
StarvationBarter off this and thatStarvation4 years ago in Other More Like This
I want it all gone
Until theres none
Cant I simply .cease?
Fade away in just one piece
I might remind you that its messy
when it comes with purges
Number EighteenDripping colorNumber Eighteen5 years ago in Other More Like This
The earths reflection
A clouds reaction
Ever fading flowy fantasies
To find the end,
Would bring a poets heart to cease
Crystalized dreams covered in fleece
Number SixteenArent you the one with the old grey hat?Number Sixteen5 years ago in Other More Like This
I saw you, lost in segmented patterns
The seams of the rim, torn and tattered
Keep wearing it
It suits you
When did you last check your level?
Where in your soul, is your pride?
Caught up in words of the lost
Living a life, feel not live?
Sorry, my tingles tell nothing
Of what goes along past dead ends
Can you just ask me no questions
We all know your broken on spends
Sold a soul, did you not?
Sell out! Sell out!
Hes long past dead
What happened to him?
Who pulled the thread?
Soul taker! Soul taker!
He took ones soul?
Yes, my dear one
For gold, that fool
Soul faker! Soul faker!
Hows he fake?
His heats all gone
It claims no ache
He wanted to claw his way
Back to life, become more
Still his eternity lies burdened
For infinity and score
AgonyThe whole time I was in agonyAgony5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
A pain fulfilling to the last tear drop of a source
Red rink, splattered against a cold hard iron like feeling
Inventively plunging in to nothing and everything at once
I am here .
Caught in despair
A cell of grief.
Many come to destroy
All come to create
Sound the portraits of loud ears
Spend my insensitive on this
I am here to live
I am here to help you live
I am most certainly simply to die
FooledClimbing cavity of sanityFooled5 years ago in Other More Like This
K-reaking sing song tune
Gripping tight all too soon
Words and dribbles
Juggling of thoughts
Taken to the mind
Beating through the heart
Tomboy freak show
Odds over evens
Illusions far beyond seeing
Just a useful tool
Reached your objective happiness
Fun, you called it, needed me less
Painfully, your well spent tool
My FamilyMy family consistsMy Family5 years ago in Other More Like This
But mostly, of love
My family writes
Their own stories
Their own thoughts
Their own fairs
And at times, in whispers, howd they felt alone
My family witnesses
What comes through
And is always there
To prop up our lives (with little wooden sticks)
My family loves
Their every rant
Is our fun little game
Still when things get too hard
We sugar-coat ourselves
In a protected atmosphere
So we know that well get through as one
FlowersWith flowers in her hairFlowers5 years ago in Other More Like This
She had spirits through her spine
When she flew
A diamond caught from her lip
Tumbling its way down
Landing soft petal flesh
With flowers in her hair
Pulling secrets through her frame
Candy lips and guru-smiles
Sleep and slip and skip the sane
With flowers in her hair
She went blind
But felt she could see and snare
Through the dark
With flowers in her hair
She bled and wrote
Cut through paper in the wind
Forgive me love, for I have sinned
Plucked every petal
Through the dark
ThiefLies, he told me as I sipped a tart, Apple Burst tea. Apple Burst, they called it, and I thought it appropriate.Thief5 years ago in Erotic More Like This
His hand slipped.
It Burst to the floor, abandoning the liquid in Apple-blood flames.
I wont tolerate all of this flavor, he claimed, a slender, coarse finger circling the rim. My hand remained still, in a death grip, to an invisible frame.
I reached out for him, an apologetic reply hanging on my tongue.
No, he turned to me, his hand grazing my throat, veins swelling from his skin. You were never sorry, he griped, thrashing out a menacing look.
My heart hung from a wire.
And he was weaving it through.
I swallowed halfway. Halfway, it was, like he held a notch in my throat; this light-switch life, at his leisure to disengage.
Hurt? Sarcastic pity glossed over his eyes. I looked at him, my night in shining armor, once strong enough to hold his own sword. What weighed on him now? The poison resentment, serve
Heartfelt hurtBled from a long yearned confessionHeartfelt hurt5 years ago in Other More Like This
Inevitably, I accept it,
giving into a heartfelt movement
Questions keep running through my head
Stupidity whispers with intentions,
over and over
A broken record of an ever painful reminder
Bent my spine past misdirection,
to a depth of most loathing perspective and desire
a cool cloth caressing a former thought,
and easing a secret jealousy
It's not passion,
Genius provokes the mind,
In the end all that it's made are irrational decisions,
clouding the mind
and mass confusion,
creating casualties to my soul
TalkH-help .Talk5 years ago in Other More Like This
What brought you here?
Its gotten to me
Are you alone?
Because I chose it
Because I chose it!
You dont need to be here you know?
You dont need to be alone
Theres more to this.
Im puzzled quiet one
Why do you think Im alone?
You do not see it.
What? See what?
Anything, not a lonesome shadow.
You dont see anything.
You see all of those people?
Theyre there though. You know that dont you?
no. I dont know that.
Blindness is weak you know. Blindness can never be strength.
They dont know anything.
Ah, so theyre there then.
.I dont know.
You can talk to them you know.
Talk to them about anything.
I dont talk. Only listen. Talking gets you nothing.
Talking gets you no where.
Not true young one.
What are you to tell me that?
You know youre lying
Admit it: what happens when you talk:
What happens when you he
My HeroDont choose bloodshedMy Hero5 years ago in Other More Like This
Dont give up that life
What goes pulsing through your veins
What is lost and loved in strife
Dont breed into Hero
Cant you see a different light?
Tones that turn in valiance
May, perhaps, have their own blight
Dont go walking golden roads
Dont give up your previous lure
Dont walk steady, dont keep trinkets
Reminding you of when you were
Give up, sure, but keep also
Sacrifice, yet dont belate
While your out there fighting villains
Someones at home, heart-filled ache
While the rights and wrongs are flourished
Wrongs and rights, they shall unfurl
But I dont care, come home to me
And say I love you, little girl
Number SeventeenScream catcherNumber Seventeen5 years ago in Other More Like This
I fold my hands
In fear of betrayal
You tore off hopeful parachutes
And as I landed on a cloud,
you wondered why it was raining blood
Quiet OneQuiet one, forget the taunting loud to pull the strings of your sound.Quiet One5 years ago in Other More Like This
You are perfect, dont succumb to the Hands
Simpleton, a new vast journey awaits you, day by day,
Beautlful, you continue to shake my words
Muddle my decrepit tongue though vastly embellished flower-fields
Im afraid Ive forgotten how to crawl,
Why my you coax me to frolic?
Spectacle, oh dear me!
Cant turn back now
Gotta keep eyes along a trail
Of never lands wingspan
So Ill be able to fly away
Miss YouTime stopped, you know?Miss You5 years ago in Other More Like This
When you walked off my ball game
No letter, or e-mails could mend the fact
That you were gone
From that point on, time drifted
I never chose to fly along with it
I just sat
Smack dab in the middle
Where you broke my knowledge of friendship
With a sword, a glare and scripture in hand
A Lesson chanted from earlier days
Oh you taught me many things
In hard funny, exceptional ways
That I sometimes took for granted
Or took too much to heart
Still, the buried patched of my interior
Bent in twisted pain for you
Little Doll Number eightI take a step forwardLittle Doll Number eight5 years ago in Other More Like This
Spends, expands, snaps
Little doll, youre on the shelf
New and alive as youll ever be
As youll ever be, aloof,
As youll ever be, marooned.
Learning to walk in little increments, I stumble
I take a step back
Girly girly, tainted now.
Paint chipped off those darling eyes
Blinded in the darkened cries
Back on the shelf
All by myself
I take a step forward
Curiousity frenzying up a storm
Re-enact this historical moment
Plague, a whisp of regret consumes thee
What did you do? What did you see?
Little one, oh, little me?
Take a step back
Stumble and fall
Tucked in a corner, blanketed by darkness
Found a new sense of comfort
Joined a new shelf
Now youre not alone just playing by yourself
Hauntings through stepping forward
Reek in their silent seething stealth
All by yourself
All by yourself .
Candy ShopThree nights of crystalizing silenceCandy Shop5 years ago in Other More Like This
Since the wind blows, there's not been a time
I will step into the sunlight
Beady eyes bring dreadful forthcoming
No twitter of feet
Beneath the brush
Crowning deliquence, abiding crime
Knuckles of leaves
Cracking in correspondence
o v e
oms o r
Twisted mortal sin
Lo! beware fore stillness nears
Lies beneath a candy shop
Care to come in for a treat?
Death's Doora thousand facesDeath's Door3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in pretty little lines
neat and waiting
for death to come
some rushing forward,
others more reluctant,
dragging their feet
all too aware
of the dark presence
to take them away
AmnesiaCadence of her last breath...Amnesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My queen is dead,rotting in the shadows,
I kiss my sorrow,I embrace thee,my love!
The sun is fading away...in the depths,
Horizons in fire,water in my cold heart...
I drink the wine,your vicious poison,
Tombed in blood,petrified without guide...
Oh,sacred Lord,why do I have to loose
all that I love?
Master,I'll give my soul to you...
Fill my emptiness with blood and let me confess,
the song is withering and my mask falls...
Who am I?
CynthiaCynthia7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The Death of Cynthia:
A Heart flutters,beats faster and faster in the heaving bosum of a young girl. Fear runs rampant and wild in her startling blue eyes. Frail and shaking, she moves forward then back, unable to see me in the shadows of the alley.She is frightened,she knows I am there, and I love it.
I love the tremble in her fingers as she clutches her hand-bag closer. The other hand is clutching at the beautiful silk scarf around her neck as if it is the last connection she has to this earth (and it may very well be). She is like a little lamb.
I dart across the alleyway and all she sees is a blur. The black bowler is tilted over my eyes to hide the reflective green pools from the light of the moon, which would surely betray me. It is so much fun to scare her. My lips are tingling; wet with saliva and desire. It's been entirely too long since I've fed.
I dart out
In the Garden of MedusaAmid the ruins of your gardenIn the Garden of Medusa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long forgotten those souls
who scatter upon your crumbling grounds,
frozen by their own green.
While you wept
your solemn tears
never to be seen,
never to be relieved.
In a company of monumental
corpses who arrived with hate
in their eyes and death in mind,
But your prison is the greater
as you live and breathe
ostracized, for what vile crime
but your own disgrace,
and no mercy shown.
Now entrapped forever
behind your gaze of stone,
incapable of looking
upon anyone with warmth again,
nor to be looked upon
with anything but disgust
and the final fear.
This your cursed fate,
isolated upon your isle
to wander the corpse garden,
statues of men who once were,
who could not see a woman's
heart buried behind god given
RedRoomRedRoom3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You're watching winter through the window
It's four fifteen in the evening
The snow is blue like a tv screen
Monochrome picture in the last page
Newspapers scattered on the street
Full of cars and high buildings
You're screaming out in your empty room
You don't dare to open the window
You're talking on the telephone
You can imagine her face
Maybe you've seen her on tv
Maybe in an advertisement
Newspapers bleeding on the floor
Full of stains of broken mirrors
You're screamless in once your favourite room
You don't care to open the window
You don't wait for anything else
You turn the music to the max
All the things will remain
Broken bottles, broken hopes
Maybe you will be on tv
Maybe friends will come at last
You don't wait for anything more
You open the window, close the door...