Pyramid HeadPyramid HeadPyramid Head4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey, Pyramid Head, you look like such a nice guy
Do you want to go out tonight as you've caught my eye
You don't move too fast so I can run away
And I am 'regular world' bored and would like to play
What 's really great is the warning I hear
As your personal music plays when you come near
You are sort of like the mummy in the old black and whites
Easy to allude but still good for giving me the frights
Besides, you have quite a nice body, definitely in shape
Excuse me while I'm not needing to run, if I gape
But its rather nice being chased by such a virile chap
As long as I can come back to life after a sword slap
Its not that I'm a pain seeker or masochist
Just think it would be fun to be on your 'to date' list
And run around and scream and have a bunch of fun
To safely play with and shoot of a cool magnum loaded gun
If only I'd wake up in Silent Hill
Where one can be hurt but not need a pain pill
And duck and dive and generally avoid you
And try to solve the mystery as lo
PoetryPoetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to write poetry on your skin.
I want to sink my teeth into the ridge of your hip
until there's a five-seven-five pattern there.
I want to take pens and markers and razor blades
and carve an epic into you,
laving typos with my tongue.
I want to claw sonnets on your back,
fourteen lines of fingernail marks
in perfect iambic pentameter.
I want fingerprint-bruise-couplets
on your forearms
and red-half-moons of villanelle
on your inner thighs.
I want you stretched out and
tied to the bedposts like new paper,
clean and begging
for me to cover you with my words.
I want to etch my love into you
before you forget.
Iron Pyramids ProloguePrologueIron Pyramids Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people say that there's good and evil. Other people say that there's only good, and evil is really just lost souls in a turmoil, trapped in a quagmire, needing something to pull them out. Others say that there is no good and evil; only people, nothing more and nothing less.
The truth of the matter is that there is good and there is evil. Sometimes good turns to evil. Sometimes evil turns to good. Through my eyes I've seen it just as such. It must balance itself. Good can't exist without evil, evil can't exist without good, therefore there must be both.
I've come to know the truth of what is pure evil. I do not know what good is. I never have, I never will. But good can spring of evil, and sometimes being evil is being good. My god was evil once, born of hatred and shame and guilt, but he has done good for me. Evil doing good. Evil fighting evil.
But he can never rescue me from my own quagmire. I am stuck permanently, and not even he can save me from the depth of what is k
Seven Deadly SinsSeven Deadly Sins,Seven Deadly Sins8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each to her own Hell
Comit just one and in the fires,
you'll forever dwell.
The first is Pride,
and vain is she.
She stalks by, head held high,
admires herself with glee.
Envy is the seconds name,
to Pride she's very close
What you have she wants the same,
love is her main foe.
The third wears many faces,
in hope to hide the truth.
Her names are Wrath and anger,
It's her you'll wish to soothe.
Patient she is not,
instead of her own faults,
it's yours that she'll boycott.
The fourth you've most likely met,
and lovingly embraced,
your zeal with Sloth you have replaced
Your love of work hath been erased.
The fifth also has two names,
Avarice, and sometimes Greed
and though a Belle is she
More she always needs.
The sixth sin is akin to Greed,
Gluttony is she
and though she gains and gains and gains,
she'll never be at peace.
The last is Lust,
she'll draw you in,
expose her bust and stroke your skin.
She is the worst that you can do,
control your urges, Lust subdue.
HarryHarry...Harry4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You're a new face
How long have I been gone?
What's happened to the walls
that enclose me?
Please don't leave me
alone and scared.
I don't have any way
of leaving this place now.
I can't leave this place.
It calls to me,
something deep in the shadows.
It won't let me leave.
I don't have the courage,
to disobey it.
How I long to see my
friends and family again.
Do you think they're here?
If they're alive that is.
Could you ever forgive me?
The things I've done.
Am I worthy of forgiveness?
Would you stay with me
if I told you about it all?
Could I leave this place
if I told you?
Would the shadows release me?
Their grasp holds me so tight.
Can you save me from them?
I'm not so sure...
As you push me I
begin to realize...
I'm the same as them.
My last bit of humanity
fades into the dark.
I can't do this myself.
I need your help.
I don't want to be alone.
I'm reaching for you.
And you back away.
No, please don't leave me.
Save me from them...
Mary's LetterIn my restless dreams,Mary's Letter5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I see that town.
You promised youd take me
there again someday.
But you never did.
Well Im alone there now...
In our special place...
Waiting for you...
Waiting for you to
come to see me.
But you never do.
And so I wait, wrapped in my
cocoon of pain and loneliness.
I know Ive done a terrible
thing to you. Something youll
never forgive me for.
I wish I could change
that, but I cant.
I feel so pathetic and ugly
laying here, waiting for you...
Everyday I stare up at the cracks
in the ceiling and all I can think
about is how unfair it all is...
The doctor came today.
He told be I could go
home for a short stay.
Its not that Im getting better,
Its just that this may be
my last chance...
I think you know what I mean...
Even so, Im glad to be coming
home. Ive missed you terribly.
But Im afraid James.
Im afraid you dont really
want me to come home.
Whenever you come see
I feel youOh Pyramid headI feel you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you found me in the shower
I heard the metalic scream of your big knife
I ran away
me and the dead thigs were alone here
everything was red, dark and old
the blood fell on the walls
I didn't stop running
but I sliped off with the nasty water
I lost the conscience
You was getting closer and closer
I wasn't able to watch and listen
the olny thing I was listening
were your steps and your loudly knife
I didn't feel fear or desesperation
until you arrived near me.
You took me in between your arms
and you continued your way.
You put me infront a wall
I continued unconscious
but I felt you
I felt friction
I know it was your friction...
Walter's PsalmCome to the dark sideWalter's Psalm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bite my flesh I
Want you to hide
Inside of me
So you can see
All that I will beCome
To the other side
Rip through the hole
World as a little mole
In a dark cave finds
Two minds intertwined
Mother and child see
He was so blind
The devil's rhymes
Made me rip
My heart out to die
People who shine
Cross out my chest
Burn me alive
Sting the rest
Electricity runs a path through
Me a torn son
From a mother
Receive the Wisdom
Behind his demonic
Eyesight of the end times
He's back again
Reading up on
And worlds untold
Running back to the mother
He never knew
What a caring spirit could do
Silent Hill, Horror Hill(Sung to the tune of Silent Night. Please dont sue me)Silent Hill, Horror Hill5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
All your blood we shall spill
Be afraid of the demon child
And the beasts wretched and wild
Be aware of the siren wail
Be aware of the siren wail
Grab a pipe, a gun or a drill
All around the creatures will fight
When they come you will scream for light
Aim for the hearts and the heads
Aim for the hearts and the heads
The Christian cult, they want to kill
They will find and hunt you dead
Unless you die from the Pyramid Head
Welcome to your living hell
Welcome to your living hell
My Visit to Silent Hill -1-Silent Hill...a place that was meant to be a paradise...Tranquility...Serenity...the perfect place for a vacation. That is, until the ritual...after all that had gone wrong, it left the small town in a cursed and forsaken state. A demon homed town lined with blood and rust and hidden in ash. And overtime, a handful of people have wandered into the mist, and even fewer returned. The most well known accounts were of Harry Mason, the father searching for daughter Cheryl in the town's alternate school and amusement park, James Sunderland, widowed husband relearning his past. Heather Mason, unknowing about who she really is and stopping the curse placed upon her, and Henry Townshend, trying to escape from a cursed room. At least, those are the accounts for gamers...My Visit to Silent Hill -1-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...as they were for myself. Sadly, I needed to wait longer than most to be able to play. I never owned a PlayStation One, so Silent Hill One wasn't in my possession until the PS2, although I didn't even own one until the PS3 was
In My GardenIn my garden grows a tree,In My Garden3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dances day and night for me.
Four in bar or sometimes three,
To music simple as can be.
Nightly to its hidden tune,
I watched it move against the moon.
Dancing to its silent sound,
One foot planted in the ground.
Dancing tree, when may I hear,
Day or night your music clear?
What the note and what the song,
That you sing the seasons long?
"It is written" said the tree,
"On the pages of the sea.
It is there at every hand,
On the pages of the land."
"Whether waking or in a dream,
Voice of meadow grass and stream.
Out of the ringing air,
Voice of Sun, Moon and the stars."
"It is there for all to know,
As tides shall turn and wild flowers grow.
There for you and there for me."
Said the glancing dancing tree.
Silent HillLove, to some unearned,Silent Hill4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will guide you through a nightmare,
Fuelled by hate and pain.
Run! Run! Guilty man!
Your mind is full of angles,
Sharp with rust and blood.
Memories, long past,
Confront the restless dreamer,
Through a wish, reborn.
Home sweet home, they say.
A room with view and more,
Is yours forever now.
A Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for Alessa4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rest, sweet child.
Your pain will end soon.
You were such a beautiful flower,
but they never allowed you to bloom.
Rest, sweet child,
and let your tears finally run dry.
I promise paradise is near,
theres no reason for you to cry.
Rest, sweet child,
for the end is coming near.
Theres no reason for you to cry anymore,
your paradise is almost here.
So dont cry,
Your pain will end soon.
The time has come, sweet child,
for your paradise to bloom.
In Silent HillIn Silent Hill...In Silent Hill5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter this town, so quiet and eerie,
where the fires of hatred still burn far below.
Tell us dear, why have you come,
or who have you lost that brought you here?
Don't be ashamed, we do not discriminate,
for all are welcome...in Silent Hill.
The wailing siren sounds,
the darkness creeps forth, and with it others.
Gruesome creatures, lurching forward,
writhing and festering upon this fallen ground.
Faces in the dark, vanishing with the light,
and coming again with their veil of shadows.
Inhuman sounds, once voices, but no more,
now screaming from endless torture.
The sound of grinding metal,
a hulking form lumbers through the narrow halls.
As the walls all melt and bleed away,
leaving twisted wire frames behind.
He drags his blade behind him,
"Cry, Silent Hill" Chapter 1Chapter 1"Cry, Silent Hill" Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Devil May Cry ..."
"Hello, um, hi... I'd like to speak to Dante?"
"You got him. You got the password too?"
"Yes! Uh, I mean, I need to talk to the 'handyman that will take any dirty job.' That's it, right?"
"More or less. What's the problem, and how much money you got?"
Dante glanced at his partner Lady, a pretty brunette with mismatched eyes in a white bell-bottomed catsuit perched on the edge of his desk, which she had just kicked. She was fixing him with a "be nice!" glare around a mouthful of pizza. He waved her off, leaned his chair back dangerously far, and picked his free ear with a pinky.
"It's my wife, and my daughter," the caller explained, "They've vanished ..."
"I don't do missing persons, pal," Dante cut him off as he examined the tip of his finger before wiping it on his red leather jeans. Lady made a face.
"... into a place called Silent Hill. Wait, let me finish." The caller took a shaky breath, "I'm in the
Photography is deadly -SH4-Photography is deadly -SH4-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Henry Townsend stood on the top of his appartment building, holding a Sony Cybershot 4 in one hand, while struggling with the tripod in his other hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his eyebrows scrunched up in frustration.
"Goddamnit, c'mon you fucker...."
"I hope you weren't talking to me with that dirty mouth." A low voice edged with seduction said behind him as an arm snaked around his waist. Henry jumped and dropped the camera and tripod.....right off the side of the building.
"Fuck! You owe me a new goddamn camera, Walter!" Henry yelled, the cig dropping from his mouth as he watched his precious camera shatter into a million pieces on the pavement below them. The fact that he was more angry about his camera than scared shitless that a serial killer had him in his arms worried him slighly. Only slightly.
The hand around Henry's waist started rubbi
Poem- Sweet Silent HillWhen an unnatural fog covers a town,Poem- Sweet Silent Hill7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when a scream is heard or a body is found,
a man with a gun and the will to go on,
a quest for a daughter who had been lost all along,
a pyramid helmet atop the head of a beast,
a myriad of demons hungry for fresh meat,
a world which is calm can turn hellish at times,
confusion runs rampant as the town comes alive.
A religion resides at a church on the road,
to birth a great demon while destroying the world.
A hospital that was once home to the impaired,
is now nothing more than a monster-filled lair.
You can run, you can hide, but in the end you must fight,
not just for your sanity but also for your life.
Now pull out your weapon and try for your goal,
but remember the warnings you've always been told.
This town is vicious, its aim is to kill,
welcome to Hell on earth, our sweet Silent Hill.
The Legacy of Silent Hill The Legacy of Silent HillThe Legacy of Silent Hill4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A traveller routing through the town
A little girl he thought he'd knocked down.
Went to ensure the burn victim was alright
Awoke to receive a nasty fright.
In the hospital his story began
He fought, he pleaded, he conquered, he ran.
He cared too much for such a stranger
That with his own life he made his wager.
A little girl he had to find
A task so great he near lost his mind.
A child cries out, she wants her dad
Tears flood her face, she is unhappy, sad.
The fog and snow, they cloud his sight
A shriek in the distance, a freezing fright.
Into Gillespie hell he fell down
Falling ever deeper into the secrets of this town.
A former lover who had fallen ill
A letter to her love, who felt a chill.
Silent Hill: Deserted SoulChapter One: The Begining of DesertionSilent Hill: Deserted Soul4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eliethyia was Dahlia's twin sister. When they were little, their mother could not tell them apart, but as they aged, their hair deferentiated them. Eliethyia's hair darkened to an almost brown- dishwater brown, while Dahlia's lightened and grew blonder and blonder until it was almost white. Eliethyia also grew slightly taller than Dahlia.
Dahlia was the strange one always. As a little girl, she was facinated by odd things and death while her sister, Eliethyia was facinated with life, but there was one thing they shared intimately, a tie which bonded them, but not forever. Both were telepathic. Dahlia accepted it more while Eliethyia did not. She treated it more like a game and soon stopped listening to her sister messages in her head. And soon it was as if it'd never been.
Eliethyia grew tired of Silent Hill and moved away to Ashfield Heights and moved into an apt. Her Apt. # was 303. Frank Sutherland gave her the key.
A girl had lived here bef
NOEU - 5 - The Demon-Saint Mary's Mental Institute, September 2014-NOEU - 5 - The Demon4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cold steel of the hammer strikes the concrete block again and again, beating out a thunderous rhythm like that of a storm in a jar yearning for freedom. The strike is always preceded by the wet sound of flesh upon metal, as if a butcher was tenderising a steak. Though it is unnoticeable to human perception, the lapse between the sound of flesh on steel and that of steel on stone is increasing ever so slightly with each impact.
Suddenly I feel a near imperceptible waft stroke my cheek and my eyes open to see a creature stalking across my cell away from the door. Without warning, it turns on a penny and rushes towards the door with its shoulder down. As it hits the steel door, I hear the same sound of flesh tenderising on steel and a pain hits my shoulder. An instant later the hammer strikes the stone again and I realise it's the sound of the bolt from the lock hitting the concrete doorframe.
A small cry escapes my lips, as much from th
The SirenI fall in the mistThe Siren4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a lost siren far across the ocean
And the wind blowing,whispering in my ear
Crying sweet lullabies in my hair,and I go...
My eyes...like a dark blue sword
where the blood flows in silence in the shadows
I am the mistress of the Gods,black maiden of the sea
My precious frozen tear...in the lake of unfulfilled desires
Sail far away,deep in the lost world
Singing to the phantoms of the seven seas
I'm yours,you are mine,in a circus of ravens
Beware,the waves come crushing you
I'm your pain and your torture...I am the lost maiden of the sea...
ii. Love: From the Latinii. Love:ii. Love: From the Latin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the Latin "Moronic"
Nothing is more beautiful
Than unrequited love.
It is beautiful, in a way
That you see a sunset so wonderful
But cannot ever reach that horizon.
The sun is only doing what it does and
You cannot help but admire it.
It is a star, oblivious, mute, far and
Painfully blinding, painful,
If you love it too much.
Don't stare, it's rude.
I wonder if this is
How God must be like.
How can adoration be measured?
How can pain be measured?
Unrequited love, knows these things
And constantly ignores them.
Idiotic, I want to say.
Stupid, really, for lack of ability
To get some sense.
Beautiful in a way,
That you cannot help admire the lion
Only to see it tear its prey to shreds.
And there's nothing you can do about it
Except to call it beautiful.