MonsterMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her face is clean like china
Fair and pale
Stained with the crimson of life
These hands match in kind
Stained and everpresent, reminding
Of the monster inside, responsible
Her death, a brand on this mind
Memories, long buried, rising from the grave
The grin on this face, eternal
The Real Cost of HappinessThe Real Cost of Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monster bites
on its way down
Clawing at flesh
Struggling for purchase
With traces of blood
The monster is not cruel
Like so many others
A gift he leaves
In the ruins and remains
A smile on the face
And a clot in the heart
NightmaresNightmares3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day is to end,
With the cold night's kiss.
When the colors of the sky begin to blend,
Drifting into slumber restless.
Deep, dark clouds, with a heavy hand intend,
Break this horrid sight restless.
Demons play and devils lie,
Tonight under the void ridden sky.
To plague one's dreams, 'til morning nigh.
All Hallows EveA castle in a thunderstorm,All Hallows Eve3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing all alone,
A putrid smell arises,
Like rotting flesh and bone.
A shattered stone-arched window,
Seen oil-lit through the haze,
A high-peaked crooked tower,
Found through the hallway maze.
A gothic iron doorway,
A pentagon-shaped room,
The flash of bright white lightning,
Illuminates the gloom.
It startles the poor leper-child,
Huddled on the floor,
He's here against his will, of course,
But doesn't know what for.
A demon in a lab coat,
His teeth are bloodstained red,
He's laughing loud and maniacally,
His voice could wake the dead.
Those instruments of nightmares,
Lined up on a shelf,
Smooth and sharp and glistening,
Like buttering up hell.
Each one fully capable,
Of slicing through your skull,
Specialised in drawing out
This solitary cull.
He slowly wanders over,
His gaze fixed on the boy,
Picks up a jagged scalpel,
Let's play with this new toy...
JusticeJustice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The simplest of beings
The destoryer of worlds
The bringer of peace
I sewn his mouth shut
So his silver tongue no longer moves
I bound his hands
So they no longer manipulate
I pierced his heart
So it no longer beats
Still he shall lay forever
And Death shall keep, evermore.
DollyDolly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The doll, with dead eyes and an empty heart
Smiling faslely with no soul, or feeling
Casting shifting shadows in the corner
This fucking toy
Dangling by the neck
From a shoe lace noose
The Mechanic PreviewThe Mechanic Preview3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was raining, hard. But, it wasn't a normal rainstorm, it was something much darker. Some people find it comforting or soothing, but not this, this rain was thick like ink, coating everything and slinking around like oil. It was like tears from the angels themselves. I could feel the cold rush upon my face, the trickles streaming across my cheeks, the pain washing over my senses and every part of my body. The world around me made no sense, it was shrouded in shadow and all consuming darkness. The only light came from the partially functioning stereo mounted in the dash above my head. My ears were filled with ringing, accompanied by static and the incessant tapping of the rain hitting the shattered windshield and the twisted metal that used to be my Camaro. My eyes moved around searching for anything in the sickly green light from the stereo, sitting inches from me I spotted my quarry. I moved my hand for the pack of Marlboros, needles of pain stabbing along my arm, nearly incineratin
The End of MeThe End of Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen air fills my lungs
It burns, with every struggling breath
My vision blurs to darkness
No tears will be shed
No songs sang
No memorials kept
My third eye weeps
Tears of blood
At this sight
A fate crueler than death
To be forgotten
And not kept
End Of DaysEnd Of Days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
End Of Days
The grim smile of time,
With the passing of days,
His hand upon your shoulder,
Through the dead of night,
The cold chill he leaves,
Upon your breast, freezing,
Your heart stops,
During the fleeting night.
You take his cold hand,
Disappear without fright.
AsunderAsunder3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shards of glass.
Shattering; on cobblestone streets.
In the cold moonlight.
Breaking DawnIf I sit on the brink of destruction, watch this breaking dawn, what does it really mean? I can't see tomorrow, still. It's trailing behind me, I live in the past. Does that make me a ghost?Breaking Dawn3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wind is blowing, gently. It's catching my hair, tossing it about. Same to the trees, really. The way they move is calming, even as they creak. I dip my toes in the stream. The water is ice cold, it flows past my toes, over the pebbles, through the sand-ridden silt on the riverbed. It turns to white foam as it dives over rocks, tumbles down the waterfall. Some is turned to spray in the breeze. I wonder if it's a rainbow, to those below?
The sun is peeking over the far hill. It lights the sky in a golden haze, picks up on the dewdrops. The world is sparkling again, like when we were younger. I hope you understand, I have to do this? I have to leave you, despite the pain in your eyes. It's my decision.
I place my hand on the tree next to me, to steady myself. I start to walk forwards. I can feel t
TidesTides3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Days are short
Nights are long
Ebs and flows
Ebs and flows
The world is a blur
Months are hours
Minutes are years
Days are long
Nights are short
Ebs and flows
Ebs and flows
Like the seas
Do you know?How it feels to trail your hand through dew-stained grass on an Autumn morning. The cold runs through your veins from the tips of your fingers, ice splashed across your palm like a shotgun wound.Do you know?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
How it feels to lay face down on tarmac in Summer. To totally relax. You feel the heat seep through your clothes, between your fingers; it blankets you, keeps you warm.
To sit outside in a thunderstorm, silently screaming at the sky; searching for that extra bright star that should be there, he has to be there! To not notice that you're drenched to the bone, because you simply don't care anymore. To wait until your hands and feet are numb, until the water soaks through your trousers, creeps down your neck; until no part of you can escape the rain. Until the cold reaches your heart. To grieve.
To lay perfectly still in bed at the end of the day.You feel nothing, begin to question if you're still there.
To be in your lover's arms. To know the world is fine, because you can hear their hear
The MaskThe Mask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A porcelain mask.
Cracked and marred,
Hollow and atrificial.
Occluding the truth beneath.
Terrified of the light.
And resigned to shadow.
Lost Memories RevisionLost Memories Revision4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The late morning sun sat in the sky, its rays cascading across the skyline; entire facings of building glittering like diamonds, finally reaching through the blinds of one particular office. The room chocked with a thick haze and thin film intrinsic to a heavy smoker. All is silent save for the snores of the man sleeping behind the desk, and empty glass turned on its side before him and a bottle of whiskey sitting patiently beside it. The morning rays slide their way across the debris on his desk, like a cat through a junkyard, resting upon an engraved gold plated name plate. The light reveals the name out of the dank darkness, Dante Batista, and radiates onto the face of the sleeping man.
"God dammit" he groans as he opens his eyes to the bright invading morning. He sits up and yawns and rubs the side of his face which has turned numb from laying on the desk all night. He glances around his office and turns in his chair facing the window, the sun's radiance crashing upon his tired bod
Now, it is up to YouIf you wanted to say something to me then say it to me plainly.Now, it is up to You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it that when you're around me you always act so strangely?
Because I'm sick of the avoidance and the ghastly shroud,
If you going to talk to me,
Then just say it aloud.
Stop acting childish, keeping to the dark.
The way you continually glance towards me, is really taking me part.
I can no longer be bothered, with the hassles and the troubles,
The fact that you only come to me,
When you life lies in rubble.
I though, do not mind being you friend, your help in your time of need,
But stop choosing to neglect me, is what I'm trying to plead.
The way this is going, I fear can not end well,
But I suppose, that only time, itself will tell.
Do not insult my intelligence; I will not always be a loyal pawn.
Especially when you abuse my friends,
We will not tolerate this type of scorn.
There, I have said it; now it is up to you.
How are you going to react to this?
What will you do?
I Am Kept Alive By Soulless ThingsI put both of our lives in danger when I came back.I Am Kept Alive By Soulless Things3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone had to keep the roaches from shitting on your pipe.
It's important to remember that everyone was beautiful once.
You used to let me hold your hair back when your head was in the toilet.
There was vomit in your curls that night and I'm tired of trying to forget.
I look at the scar on my arm and think about when you broke the mirror.
You were out of it when you sliced me open and you couldn't stop laughing.
I was so proud of you for making it through half of an NA meeting.
That was two years ago and I'm still too young to have to deal with this.
My biggest fear was that you would never get old.
Today I found out that the devil isn't real.
I thought I sold my soul so that you could find happiness.
As it turns out, it's the only thing I didn't give up for you.
I had to be the one to find you that night.
Where would I be if you hadn't forced me to watch the entirety of your collapse?
After all, I waited a long time to meet a girl w
Your Nightmare, My RealityIs this how it must be,Your Nightmare, My Reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I continue to fight it,
Or let it set me free?
I guess it's time to succumb unto the power,
Nothing can escape it now.
It is coming nearer to the hour,
For all the innocent to bow.
Behold! The destruction and death.
Searching through the rubble,
There is no-one left.
After all that had been lost,
And all that has been left behind
Was everyone else blind,
Or was all just in my mind?
It was all just in my mind.
My Head is a battleground,
A Wasteland of terror and hate.
On one side is the evil and broken,
The consuming force sealing my fate.
But, on the other side is the light,
The remnants of my former self,
The devoted followers of freedom,
That won't go down without a fight.
I am divided,
Only one force can prevail,
Whether I make it back,
Happy and pure.
Whether I am scarred for life
Tormented and un-cured.
What faction will be in control of me?
I suppose we will just have to wait and see
Losing EdenI can't feel the center of my chestLosing Eden3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and when I do it's ringed with frost.
The warning signs were hidden from me,
now I'm afraid the garden of my heart
has wilted and can't be revived.
Am I losing you or drifting
even further from myself?
Can you spare a moment to tell me
before I throw these feelings out?
I showed you all my battle scars
that were like hard earth sown with salt,
and somehow you put life there,
blooming beautiful and proud.
Now it's wilting faster than I thought possible.
I'm doing all I can to save them, but
I can't replace what has been reaped,
or glue petals back on flowers.
And you...you're wandering somewhere between
abandonment and helplessness,
I can't tell, and I've never
felt more hopeless and alone.
HeartacheYou know, it hurts...sometimes...to have to feel this way over and over. To know it's coming, this dread. It's like something in the pit of your stomach you just can't get rid of. Because even if you try, if you try and figure out why you feel this way, it threatens to make you cry, thinking of this person. It creeps up, it tells you you've lost them, and twists things so you think it was your fault. Like every mistake drove them further away. Because even though at the time, it was different, the feeling can change. Nothing's set in stone. Each day gives a new perspective. You've got to concentrate to breath all of a sudden, because the feeling scares you. You know you could stop it and move on but you just can't. So it comes back time and time again. Every time you learn to trust someone, they show you why you shouldn't. Because your thoughts are your own, they'll never know. So you live with it. And you shut them out. But it's constant. You see them every day, Their smile, you see tHeartache3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This