The Additions Part 5The Additions Part 510 months ago in Profiles More Like This
"Marissa! It is time for you and me to leave before we draw attention to ourselves," stated the woman with red hair.
"How can you be so cold and heartless? My very best friend is dead. We have to do the right thing by bringing her to the hospital for the official death to be called," I stated in tears.
"Look at your pale skin. You must realize you don't have that luxury of being a human anymore. You are a vampire now," stated the woman.
"That doesn't mean that I can't have time to despair for my friend's death. She has been my best friend since I was in elementary school. How can I get over that as quickly as you would expect me
People are PeopleFor those expecting escape,People are People2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the redundancy of being human
For those who cry in the night for a change,
a subtle difference in the spark of someones eyes
For those who pray for excitement,
Dream for wilderness,
Scream to be tossed into uncharted waters,
For those who hurtle themselves into waves of uncertainty....
Hold your breath.
You will drown long before you find what you are looking for.
The Queen of kindnessA powerful warrior has fallen,The Queen of kindness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knight to many, one in armour that shines
Through the night. She fell on the battlefield,
Spear in hand,
Never attacking, always defending.
None can say she was not powerful,
None can say she was not weak.
She would defend people, teaching them
Slaying dragons, lions or any creature
That would be superb in the arena.
She would return to her castle,
Queen of the manor and spend
Time with those that are the most
Important piece in her life.
She however was her own doppelganger.
But in the end she dies a death,
That I, a lowly page would call
Yes she died with h
DrenchAnd drenched to the boneDrench2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm soaked to the core,
And cold is the water
Icing over my skin,
The love lost to silence
That has dragged
Through the years
Alone in the fog that
Forever bathes my home
The thousand-fathom murk
In which you my soul
Has captive my heart
In a cage of as many needles;
'Twas thrawn from the start
Perpetually losing that
Which so many gain
Upon my mind has sat
Such continual pain
And even the moon
Shivers along with me
As I retreat on my own
And live, decrepit and lonely
SaboteurYou're just a little saboteur,Saboteur2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a plot I can endure.
You're a minuscule disease,
That I can erase with such ease.
Looks like your running out of luck,
And I can't really give a fuck.
Because of what you did to me,
Your just a sour memory.
Every ally has now left you,
And your soul has turned black and blue.
And despite all the injury,
You're still not smart enough to see.
You fight a war you can never win,
Funded with malice and sin.
shackI'm so oldshack3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
my body is dust
on a relic soul.
but a shack
from bad omen
out of commission
to my kilth
to my kin
to the mites
and even the wind.
I am ominous
full of dark shadow
cast from vices
not of this world
Vadera LupaVadera Lupa3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now Winter winds carry me
To the land that does exist
To the Kingdom of Dalegor
Where mrok and grom reign
Larches once green won't be until Spring
Naked they stand and the birds don't sing
Mróz in my lungs enables me to sing
Bór is dark though Luna shines for me
Wintry groza, vicher i lód
In this land alone with my life
In the kingdom of Czernoboh
Vataha runs through the Night
Oaks and birks not soon will be green
And never comes here the real Spring
In the kingdom of Perun burza will rage
The Sunlight won't melt the eternal ice
In this realm I, vilk
Will dance with my female
The stars in the sky
Will sing a
Final SilenceI never thought I would be away from youFinal Silence3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can you forgive me? I had to do it
Please don't blow out the candles
I'll come home again. I'll come back to you
Gun shots around my head, I feal so numb
Can you come and save me from this hell
I'm suffering from my own decisions
I'm suffering and surrounding to darkness
No one helps
I love you
Catch me when I fall with your ghost
I feel so numb, I'm so calm within
I run for my life but it seems senseless
I want to hold you in my arms again
Can you forgive me? I love you so
It's not you fault it was my decision
This could be
Nothing Good Happens After 2amWhite flames of light burn in the black mist.Nothing Good Happens After 2am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I followed that beacon through the dark.
A tunnel of suffocating emptiness which echoes
the haunting steps from gutter ascending.
The silver beads of pearl grey water stand
under the street lamp illuminating the banksia's branch.
So I travel some further to where the people stop moving.
I rest my head on suicide hill ever mindful
of where the axe does swing it's blade.
And the worms comforted me as I took my rest
on Euthanasia road.
Then I followed my soul to the ghost in the wooded nook.
And I did see that eerie glow from more than a corner away.
Together we did haunt the woods...
Finish meChemical and physical addiction,Finish me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not really free,
you don't see the shackles,
or chains around my neck.
and you're too blind,
to see the hate,
or the blood dripping from my eyes,
dripping into an ocean of madness,
and I'm lost at sea,
carried on a dying breath,
sailing to shadowed shores,
but never free.
I feel it creeping like a sickness,
I'd hate for you to bear witness,
to these twisted things inside of me,
they're clawing and ripping out of me,
and I'm finally everything I stood against,
the deceiver dressed in black,
stabbing you in every square inch,
of your bare and vulnerable b
MalefictionMalefiction3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life's often irresistible
The fear is neverending
While she was asleep
The sound of her breath
I really thought it was
The moment of her death
Demons will never lose your way
Demons will always take care
And only invisible aspects
Can make us be
Night orders the day to go home
Light obediently resides a silent dome
Life is too much opposite
Than you think
Night is so much composite
When you don't sleep
Save yourself she said
Save your life she cried
Find your way she said
Find yourself in this world
Demons will never lose your way
Demons will always take care
And only positive thinking
Can set us free
Save yourself - s
The Weathered WasteThere was such a fine line that sat betweenThe Weathered Waste3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the weathered and the walk that drove the soul.
Only the haunted depths counted the number of demons
that clung with claws upon the back of disfigurement that day.
And the wailing! The depths! The beast that drove the flies mad!
With swinging paws and gnashing teeth, the swinging tail...
Oh, the poor, wretched creatures that huddled close to it.
Like fleas, they bit the flesh for extra hold, with which to stay,
and as vultures in nature, their talons sunk deep, so he could not give flight.
But I watched. I watched that dying creature fall and fade,
the blood splatter the dirt, and rock stu
Chapter 2 part 1His eyes slowly opened to a black room stabbed through with patches of dim orange light, the only source of light in the room was a flickering lamp, nearing the end of its life. His head throbbed, a steady drumming at his temples, slowly, as he eased into consciousness again, he realized he was not where last remembered being, and suspicion and paranoia threw him upright, clutching for the dagger in his belt, only to find he wasn't wearing the belt at all. He looked around him at the dark room, undecorated, the paint slowly peeling off the worn and worried walls. A small desk within reach of his hand held the flickering lamp that lit the roomChapter 2 part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And We GatheredAnd we gathered. The air shivered. It was quite a sensation. We were all fairly new to this. An exploration into the realms of the spiritual. So was Sid. But we didn't give him room to protest. We didn't even give him room to move.And We Gathered3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The ropes that bound his wrists and ankles, neck and torso left only enough room for breathing. And even that was limited. He was stripped of his clothing too. Gornth wouldn't care for that. Gornth was after life, the essence of life, the source. Life.
And so we stood in our group around Sid, chanting our meloncholic voices over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and... the yard was filled with the hum of l
Deceptio Amygdalae FrigoreFor the sweet prince wears a black coat and exhales restlessness, he never smiles out of courtesy,only out of spite.Deceptio Amygdalae Frigore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the kind healer can only pester your wounds and deepen your plague, guiding his marchers of black death into every drop of your slow anemic blood.
For the Knights of Gratitude are only telling you what you're willing to hear in your darkest hour, expecting bits and pieces of your devoured flesh in exchange for simple, gentle words.
Trust no one.
Close Your Eyes and erase sympathy.
Take a journey to a crystallized state.
Sleep, slumber, cold.
Somehow, someday, your mind will be rewritten and the disease will be cured.
To.Seek.A.Voice.II: GaiaLong have I lied in the dust of your emerald children, surrounded by its blissful chants, of foliage's dancing in the breeze of an autumn.To.Seek.A.Voice.II: Gaia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shifting from sun-beam colors to the blush of a rose shy; caressing the waft.
Birth the light has bestowed me;
His gentle hands looked like unclothed branches, rickety before the gale.
Chased the mist, like flocks of birds, skipping, singing me a blissful song....
"Sleep child", she whispered, like a troubled mother over a new born.
Mute the tongue became, for I have left you, yet drank my cup of vinegar and gall.
To know the full bitterness a
Into the Blue MemoryInto the Blue MemoryInto the Blue Memory3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By: Adam M. Snow
A child will find the way,
in a night, and in a day,
with the moment still,
waking the dreams,
glorious and free,
into the blue memory.
upon advent dream,
A journey worth telling,
of this soon destiny.
Angels singing broken song,
can't help but sing along.
Open eyes of blinded sorrow,
looking towards the endless morrow.
Who is she, lost and cold,
with tales of truth to be told?
Stories of journey in the blue memory,
of a destined child of light and poverty.
A siren from the deep approached him,
spoke his dreams, his memory,
mend his broken heart,
pressed out lik
Demand the DarknessWe demand the darknessDemand the Darkness3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We don't care for forgivness
Let eternal suffering be
And everyone shall die
Together with the devil
Let him pierce you
Scream for agony
We want more pain
We demand the darkness
Let the sky rain fire
Let us take the worlds domain
We who don't care
About the angels
Abominations in might
Let no beauty rule
Horror strikes the weak
And we will prosper
We who demand the darkness
Make a deal
With the devil
The one who manifests into life
Bloodshed, stain our lifes
With rape and deceit
We who demand the darkness
Call upon the devil
Let the sirens shout
HoleHoleHole3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Halfway down a hole
In the woods
In the dark
In the middle of nowhere
I try to breathe in
Just enough maybe
To call out for help
But I can't fill my lungs
Chapter 1: Reminiscences CHAPTER 1Chapter 1: Reminiscences3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The harsh midday sun burned relentlessly, the paved sidewalks heating up enough to cook on, as some people were attempting at that moment. Despite the conditions, people scrambled back and forth across the marketplace, running from stall to stall, stocking up on necessities, hoarding food to be able to ride through the coming storm. The crier had read out the single most disturbing notice earlier, sparking the panicked mayhem in the market.
The last trader's caravan had not arrived. It was discovered off the main path, ravaged by giant claws, and there was no sign of the traders themselves. This wasn't the first time it had h
Remind the StarsRemind the StarsRemind the Stars3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I'll fill your bed with forget me nots;
In time they'll wither, fade, and rot.
One day you'll look on me with eyes of hate.
I will await . . . I will await . . .
Without flinching and without fear
As you bloody me and as you sneer.
I'll perfume your pillows, but fast the scent will fade.
Dare you to linger in a fragrant, false charade?
If a farce you do desire, I can perform.
Promise, only, to applaud me with ample scorn.
Without mercy and staying grace,
Leave me marred; leave me defaced.
Before your hopeful mind finds time to wander,
Remind your stars of this:
I've no more kisses left to squander
And no lies
Crush The BackStabberBackstabber, Backstabber,Crush The BackStabber3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Deception acting as a dagger,
Falling faster, Falling faster,
From the sound of your laughter.
Tell me what it is you're after,
Friend killer, Friend killer,
Guess I really should of known better.
Should of never trusted her,
Change my name to Revengemaker.
Like a spider, Like a spider,
My swift payback will crush her,
Now I got you under my finger.
Forever our ties you sever,
Never trust her, Never trust her,
I have learnt from my error,
The PianistThe Pianist walked into the tavern,The Pianist3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And everyone gave him a stare.
Poorly lit, like a wood made cavern,
With the lantern's weak flickering flare.
The Pianist strolled up to the aged maple chair,
And sat in front of the ol' parlor grand.
The Pianist looked to all the folks that were there,
As the keys start to touch his quick hand.
The Pianist touched the ol' grand's keys,
With only the utmost of care.
His melody unfolds with such effortless ease,
And possesses all the folks that were there.
For some it ignited past memories,
Of loves they would never see again.
And some caught a glimpse of the future,
Wondering what wou
Son of the DragonThe minutes drag like hours,Son of the Dragon3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The days are closer to weeks.
The heat dries every stinking pore.
The sweaty odor reeks.
I fester in this hell-pit,
This mansion made of dust.
Relief comes only passing bitter
With the throes of lust.
And I have set up home here,
And I have made this choice.
And I no longer listen
To my own dead, screaming voice.
The Man I knew is gone now.
That race is long extinct.
Yet somehow to these monsters
I am unbreakably linked.
This death-hole seethes with mildew.
Nauseous putrescence stains
The air with dye of must and rot.
The filth of ages reigns.
And I do live in agony,