Love Like LeprosyShe let arsenic seep into her DNA
Chromosome splitting, gene defecting mistake,
Or merely a matter of survival?
It became a type of sickness, a different kind of leprosy
An undetectable, new breed that hollowed out the nerve endings connecting what she did to how she feels.
So she hid her disease under blinding, white straps of purity.
Until there came a time when she needed to rip off her bandage; Expose the festering wound beneath so that it could breathe.
Pulsating to its own beat like a malignant heart spreading pus through her veins with each thump.
It doesn't get faster or slower
Just a steady throb rubbing out the part of her brain that knows right from wrong. Creating an endless stream of possibilities free from the restrictions of conscience; free from sanity.
But all she ever wanted was something that would drain arsenic from her wound before it burned out e
She IsShe is a single Water Lily in a lake of drifting woodShe Is1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is the warmth on a cold December night
She is the glistening light surrounded by darkness
She is the rainbow after the rain
She is the melody in a child's lullaby
She is the color in the world
She is the hope in us all
She is also the pain in a child's tear
She is the blood dripping on the knife
She is the silent screams at night
She is the monster in the closet
She is the darkness in every light
She is the shadow running at the cornor of your eye
She is the madness in every patient
She is the smile on a killer's face
She is also...me
Get What You Deserve In The EndI don't have a beating heartGet What You Deserve In The End1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I might have broke it,
when you told me the truth
You didn't even need to open your mouth;
the words came pouring out
At some sane moment, in my life
I must have been quite lively
But now I can't inhale the morning air
without choking on my crushed dreams
Must have seen it coming,
cause I couldn't end it there
I wanted to live and drive you
over the edge; you can't leave me here
Want to run, but my feet refuse to move
so I stay here, but slowly I regain my footing
Now your screwed for sure, better run before
karma gets you; afterall that's what you deserve
Lost SoulsThe Lost SoulsLost Souls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A young girl sits at her desk
She is lost in a dream
She thinks back to younger days
When she was so happy
Before the tears started to flow
Life moved on
And everyone left the school
They went to college and university
They formed relationships and married
They found interesting jobs and brought up their children
A tear falls down her face
She is sad and distressed
There is nobody left in the school
She sits alone
She did not make it to adulthood
The pain she suffered led to her death
The torment and the teasing drove her to take her life
But she was not accepted into heaven
She will have to wait for all the others to die
There is a time and place for all of us
Her ghost roams the corridors and classrooms
Waiting for her time to join her classmates in heaven
Remember the lost souls and pray for them
My latest obsessionI'm dancing on broken glass,My latest obsession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jerking like a stringless marionette on speed.
Bodies P u L s E with blood
And bleed vodka into the strobe lights,
Flesh lit purple, green, gold,
Faces contorted with fervour bordering on pain.
Restless hands shift up and down,
Tug a necklace,
Flutter like lace in the wind.
But there is no air,
Just smoke and the contents of other lungs.
Grasping waists and hands to keep above the crush.
Pressed close to beautiful strangers.
You are here.
Somewhere close but unreachable in the crowd.
You, my latest obsession,
My oncoming train.
I know this will hurt.
Poetic WrathThe Raven caws in her despairPoetic Wrath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her feathers are left in pieces
The gems in her eyes are soaked in blood
There will be no more cleansing
She knows the war that we did share
The one that banished any scions
You were the cause, You were the end
It was just that oh so simple
And though the walls now have their stains
You knew I was being gentle
Scream It Out LoudScream It Out LoudScream It Out Loud2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scream it out loud.
Scream out the things kept secret.
Scream until your voice bleeds and your lungs rip.
Scream until you lose your life and fall into the earth,
Six feet under and counting.
Scream for the angels that weren't there.
Scream to the devil and ask him for forgiveness.
Scream for your heart that stopped beating in your chest.
Scream the emotions that move under your skin,
Poison to your blood.
Scream to cease the agony and beg it all to stop.
Scream for someone to listen.
Scream and don't tell yourself to stop.
Scream for reason,
And the lack thereof.
Scream for me,
I'll scream for you,
But not unless you tell me to.
Scream out your faults.
Scream for them to die.
Scream for the world to stop.
Whatever it is.
Because I'm listening.
Because I know what it's like not to be heard.
AgoraphobiaOperatic knife grinding my windpipeAgoraphobia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Singing, screaming through my skull
Grotesque baritone bellows
O' but Sister was unwilling
' Lovely, isn't it? '
:Too Late:I feel the long, cold fingers reaching out from behind. They're grabbing and grasping. They're trying to pull me into the darkness. I run desperately. I say that it won't get me. I don't know who I'm trying to convince.:Too Late:1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Others look at me strangely now. I can tell from the looks on their faces that they don't feel it. They don't feel the darkness. They don't believe me when I tell them that it's there. That it's lurking behind each and every one of them. That one day, it will grab them. It will take them when they least expect it.
I'm the only one who sees it. Or rather, I'm the only one who senses it. It can't be seen, or else it wouldn't be dangerous. No, it's good at hiding.
I can only stare now at the white walls. I don't know where I am, and I don't care. I can only focus on it. Because if I stay constantly conscious of it, then maybe I can evade it. I will know when it strikes. Then I can outrun it.
They visit me often, those people. They talk to me; they try to get me to talk bac
Daddy's got a shotgunDaddy's got the shotgun,Daddy's got a shotgun1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And it's scaring me a little bit.
But Mommy told me she was okay,
It was just red paint on the floor.
Daddy's got a shotgun,
And he's making lots of noise.
Like, BANG! BANG! BANG!
BITCH, GET OUT OF THE CLOSET,
BEFORE I SHOOT IT OUT FROM UNDER YOU!!
Daddy's got a shotgun,
And I'm real real scared now.
'Cause there's lots of BANG!s,
And Mommy's screaming.
But mommy said,
Stay under the bed.
Daddy's got a shotgun,
And now he's in my room.
Daddy's got a shotgun,
I don't know what to do.
Mommy stopped screaming.
There's red paint on Daddy's shoes.
I wanna scream, real real bad.
But Mommy said,
Don't make a sound.
I think Daddy's real real mad.
'Cause now he's pulling me out from under the bed.
He's spitting me in the face,
And slapping me in the face.
And Daddy's got his shotgun,
Stuck right under my chin.
I love you baby,
But mommy made me really mad.
So now we both have to live with it,
But I sa
Sultry GenesisScintillating galaxies burst to lifeSultry Genesis1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the slow whirl
of her jagged ivory hips.
I spiral into the vast blackness,
the inky atmosphere
spilling from the gossamer tips
of her swirling, mahogany ringlets.
Untethered, I drift,
bereft of graceful starlight
by which to navigate home.
Inevitably, I succumb
to the gravity of her undeniable attraction.
Glimmering eyes awaken,
shed the silken sheets of ashen lids
and illuminate her universe;
an amber sunrise gilding her white plains.
A weary pilgrim
constructing new constellations
from the starfield of her ribcage,
I ravenously hunger to taste sublime glory
writhing beneath the undulating landscape
of her celestial body.
DollYes, my love, I am your doll, your porcelain beauty. So frail, so easily shattered, so precious, so sweet. Cold to the touch, with pale skin and piercing green eyes. Oh paint my face, oh dress me, oh hold me close for comfort. Carry me with you, brush my hair, whisper secrets in my ear that only we will share. Tie my hands with your strings, pull them, make me dance with you, dance for you. Love me, dear, for I am your doll.Doll3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Grapheme-Color SynesthesiaA is a bright blue, cocky and independent. He doesn't listen to what others say about him and can either stand for good news, or bad. He is never neutral and always takes a side.Grapheme-Color Synesthesia1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
B is a very slightly dark shade of red, too outstanding for his own good as he is shy. He is optimistic, and very self-conscious. And he is chubby and good-natured.
C is a pale yellow, a quiet girl who observes. She hardly speaks and actually is almost gender-neutral. She is quiet and supportive, never showing a bias, but always watching intently, soft-spoken and a background character.
D is a flesh pink, a gender-neutral letter. Not much can be sensed from it, it's tucked away and gives an official air like the faceless government that decides our future.
E is a light blue-grey, small and bumbly, quiet when he needs to be, excitable when he wants to be. E is a small, skinny boy of around seven years old with a slight learning disability.
F is a dark mystical green, al
Why's It Raining People? (Chapter One)In a city as big as this, it’s easy to get lost in it. I mean this as metaphorically as I do literally. This, children, is a double entendre, but it has so sexual subtext.Why's It Raining People? (Chapter One)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A lost soul (person) can find so many ways to escape. It’s a shame that they usually dash to the rooftops.
I got a job to do. I get no money for it. I usually do nothing at work but stand and wait. When there’s work to be done, though, it has a payoff so sacred to me if I didn’t have it I’d be in need of my own services.
My name is Penelope Gibbons. I’m twenty-seven years old. I’m unemployed, but that’s only because I get much more money not working. I get those stupid checks, because I’m stupid as fuck. I have the documents that validate this.
Children, I will not talk much about my stupidity for a majority of chapters. Thats a tale to tell in the middle of this story after it’s hit its earth-shattering climax.
For the most part,
FadeWhat are we but creatures that expire?Fade1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can we find something to hold us together,
besides these broken bonds of red silk strings
With these broken wings, we are left for dead
And with the terrors of home, we are gone
We stand in the rains
selling our souls
And carefully, oh so carefully,
We pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off
Over and over again
We are creatures that expire, as soon as we tire,
of the lives we live
And with a hand in the clouds, and one linked to the ground
We fade to dust sometimes, we fall to the horror below us
Over and over
Pages of history, lost in our mysteries
Can we really stand tall?
Can we really be strong?
And with Death's hand below us,
and God's hand above,
We pray with our fears,
Strong in our hearts
We all fade to dust,
Average AngelYou sat in your favorite chairAverage Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly sipping from a cup of coffee
while watching the morning news.
What you may or may not have known
is that, from birth, all I ever wanted
was to be just like you.
I've never met a nobler man,
who put all else before himself,
carrying his family in his loving hands.
A soul with a past that few could handle,
yet you carried yourself on iron legs,
teaching me that weakness is unacceptable.
A tenderness about you that no mother could match,
the protectiveness that only a father could know.
From birth till this day, I only feel peace when with you.
I told you "I love you"
and gently kissed your cheek,
and you smiled at me from a faraway place.
You've taught me more than I could have learned
from any one person or all the world combined.
More worldly wisdom than any mortal could bring.
You may have lived the life of an average man,
but your normal routine was not enough
to hide your halo and wings.
Do SomethingDo SomethingDo Something1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stared at the picture. It was of her. Only her. Not the two of us, because no pictures of us together existed. Sometimes I wasn't even sure that one too short night months ago even truly existed. I touched the photo wishing it was her face. Wishing I could see her, talk to her, touch her again.
"You shouldn't park here," Dan said appearing in the passenger seat. I wished I could hit him or make him shut up somehow. But Dan was a ghost and nothing I could do would make him leave before he wanted to. "It's a fire zone. You could get a ticket. Or are we staying in the car again?"
"We're staying here." I glared at Dan, then the picture and lastly the house we were outside of. Her house. No. Their house.
"Needing someone to love you and truly loving them back isn't the same thing." The ghost told me. "You should know this more than anyone. What he is doing to her, my sister did to you. You were fooled. You were heartbroken. Or have the years made you seni
Train Of The CondemnedTrain Of The CondemnedTrain Of The Condemned2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the journey without end
This train only stops to pick up more passengers
Nobody ever leaves this train
The journey continues for all of eternity
Through dark mountains and desolate landscapes
There is no sign of human life in these parts
This is a train of lost souls
All are condemned to eternal damnation
This train is heading towards Hell
And the Fires of Hades
Your flesh will burn
And you bones will turn jet black
But you will never find peace
You will exist in darkness and despair
The ticket collector is the Grim Reaper himself
Collecting more souls for his master
Your soul has become dark and corrupt
You are a fellow passenger with tyrants and killers
This train goes through places where screaming spirits exist
Sobbing and wailing for redemption
But there is no redemption on this line
The screams will drive you mad
You will beg for forgiveness
But you will never leave the train of the condemned
Guiding LightGuiding LightGuiding Light7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was an outsider
They called him a freak at school
But this didn't worry him
He had always been an outsider
Wrapped in a veil of darkness
His secrets lay hidden away
He played the guitar
He learnt a few chords
And started to write his own songs
He listened to Nightwish and Within Temptation
I felt a bond, kindred spirits
He welcomed the darkness into his soul
Soon he would try to find a place in the world
He attended a few gothic nightclubs
And made a few friends
They decided to form a band
Their following grew
They performed in small gigs arounf their hometown
And then further afield around the whole of Norway
Soon they were climbing the charts
Their alvum went to number one
They started to perform at large festivals
The fans could be counted in the hunfdreds of thousands
This child was lonely no more
A hundred thousand kindred spirits calling out his name
So many lonely souls looking for a guiding light
All united together in a moment of tranquility and enlightenent
Will's and Won't'sWill’s and Won’t’sWill's and Won't's9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It seems to me
That I’ve quit breathing
No more trying
I refuse any feeling
The numbness of me is all I believe in.
Though they say don’t
Though they claim no
I smile to their face lying
When I say, “I won’t go.”
They can say I won’t do it
They can say that I can’t
But as long as I’m here
It’s clear that I can.
No it’s no must
Not yet is it “will”
But from what I know
I have yet “paid the bill.”
I won’t sell my soul
I won’t say there’s no way
But I am counting the scars
That multiply day by day.
It’s not that I’m done living,
It’s not that I’m done seeing
It’s the fact that I’m seeing
And hearing the things
That are related to me.
I feel at fault
I feel at war
That I want an angel to take me away;
Spread its wings
With me in its arms
I feel that there’s something,
Trip To OblivionTrip To OblivionTrip To Oblivion4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time is running out
I have been absent for so long
Lost in a world of confused thoughts
Entangled in an imaginary world
A safe haven from the outside world
The stress was too great to cope with
An implosion of the mind
Thoughts shooting in myriad directions
Confusion is the overwhelming emotion
Is it too late to put the pieces back together?
I have been away for so long
So many relationships have been forged or broken
Will you allow me back into your life?
A stupid question
Only the naive cling to false hope
In the real world I am lost
Let me return to my imaginary world
I have some sense of control in this world
Time has slipped by
And I have lost track of my thoughts
Leave me alone in the wilderness of lost hope
Only the sad and forlorn belong here
Join me if you wish
If life becomes unbearable then join me
This world of the imagination offers you an escape
But don't count on returning to the real world
This is a one way trip to oblivion
Angel of AshBlack as ashAngel of Ash1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
his breath silent
my dearest child
metal casings fly
unfurl in the sky
angel from below
ashen face sighs
his siblings cry
as if they know
to save them
while others died
his hair caked
a hero formed from
kissing his face
the children clutch
onto him tight
a man shouts
to save his wife
angel of ash
moves to fight
raising a weapon
into the night
who killed innocent
died at the hands
of a blackened angel
for what is heavenly
comes in many shapes.
Turn of Tides"I've seen things,"(splatter)"I wish,"(burst)"It would go away. I wish," a body collapses to the floor,"they would all... go away."Turn of Tides11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A young boy stands motionless in a puddle of blood and tears. His face frozen in fear. Blood is splashed on his face. Small drips of red mix with tears running down his cheeks. The silence grows heavy and the only sound is the drops falling in the pool of blood. Now clenching his fists and jaw he lets out a scream of pain.
"All of them! I want them gone!"
ProwessThe aching sound of enginesProwess1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
drown the children's wail
steam pours from the shelter
iron rotten over years
copper green worn trails
pangs of happiness
follow the suffering
as poor silently mourn
the war of power
with no start
an no end
worn nomadic hearts
attempting to live
they older than the rust
than the mechanized machines
blind the elders walk
the army of youth
tortured are souls
dying for prowess
a communist dream
for peace deemed unworthy
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth