Love Me, Kiss Me, NecrophileNow is the time to tell you.
I've been watching desperately.
I never meant to be so depressing,
but it comes so naturally.
Now I'll take my beating heart
and sew it on your chest.
I'm sorry that it's still warm.
At the cold, I've tried my best.
My fingers are finally black:
decayed, hardly moving.
Am I getting closer?
Am I worth loving?
I won't stop now.
I wish I can tell you why.
Can you feel that, love?
Neither can I.
My heart is slowing, dear.
I'm the coldest I've been in a while.
Will you love me now,
sweet, sweet necrophile?
HilariousKeep on laughing...Hilarious7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you'll die first.
Dark Liquid LuxuryI'm a seller of mysterious poisons.Dark Liquid Luxury7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're the best in town.
They're sweet, they're sexy,
they slip right on down.
Come visit my secret shop.
Don't forget to grab some money.
Butterscotch. Oil. Acid. Honey.
It can be black or it can be purple.
What is your desire?
What are you feeling?
The ice or the fire?
That tingling is normal.
Don't be alarmed.
You won't be able to tell
that you are being physically harmed.
But as you can see,
the mental is a miss.
I find it funny how sadness
can lead you this.
I'm sure this is what you want, though.
I was blunt from the start.
You're the one that made the trip
to my sinister death
SWS: Unfastening the ClipSwish.SWS: Unfastening the Clip8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Curl around my neck.
HatsukoiJust Remember; I loved you first.Hatsukoi8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With Great Power"Guilt is weakness. Responsibility is strength."With Great Power8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Heterophobic"I'm not gay," said his boyfriend.The Heterophobic5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Statue to StatueYou cannot tease me with your golden eyes,Statue to Statue10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You cannot charm me with your silver tongue,
For you are made of bronze,
And I am made of steel.
Dearly Departed HeartYou're silent. You fool no one.Dearly Departed Heart8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
CasualtiesAs the screaming bombs fly overhead,Casualties10 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Here we lie dying in these makeshift hospital beds.
Terrified of what will become of us,
It seems there is no one we can trust.
People at home whisper in the street,
As they travel to purchase their rationed meat,
That we must have been to Hell and back,
But that return journey we did lack.
As we sink further and further into despair,
Our bodies and minds now far beyond repair,
All around the world,
Children start to cry,
As one by one,
Their fathers die.
Parents In A Nutshell"Can we-"Parents In A Nutshell8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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Fingers sweeping the floorboards
like a beggar searching for scattered marbles.
I will find them all.
MemoriesI remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a loMemories10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
it only takes a moment of your life...See the Sounds;it only takes a moment of your life...8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Listen the Colours.
The ProfessorThe Professor resigns...The Professor8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
a hand raises.
The Story of Alice's MemoriesIm not sure how we ended up lying in the dried up fountain at the edge of town. But we did. Alice and I. We had talked about something philosophical that I didnt quite understand. It was something we always did. It was also something I could never remember. I could never understand Alices strands of lengthy words that meant only pieces of something to me. I mostly thought she was just being pretentious.The Story of Alice's Memories5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This time though, I was the one rattling off theories and oddities and everything else that didnt agree with set science or religious presumptions.
So, you were a fetus?
Kinda, I continued.
RunRun.Run10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stumbles blindly through the forest,
the tears racing down her cheeks.
The trees loom above and around her,
Dominating the space.
Gone are the days
The picnics and warm summer nights.
She seeks a place to hide
to escape her mind
A nothingness where existence
Is wholly subjective
And does not include
the anxieties and troubles
of human life
Oh how free, how liberating
For a mind not to constantly
The leaves in front of her blind her,
the thorns catch her skin,
Desperate for something to cling on to.
The poisonous berries hang in front of her fac
Fire Red PensDont tell me that its only loveFire Red Pens3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You mean so much more than that
Youre really messing with my head
Lets write our history in black pen
I really need to go to sleep
But my pillow always lies
The morning breaks my awkward silence
And I can finally trust myself to write
I really want to have a drink
But my feelings never wait for me
I want you to be closer now
Lets edit and revise in red
I never really miss myself
These pages are yellowed and torn
Lets cross out all the wrongs
And fill them with your rights
I really really need to go
Youre more, Im less, I know
Im tired of m