Evolving"Excuse me sir are you alright?" Paul glanced up at first dazed at hearing the voice which slowly brought him out of his trance. The glazed look began to fade from his eyes and he took in the sight of the pimply grocery store clerk that stood uncertainly before him. Paul glanced down slowly and saw that he was holding a package of raw meat of which he had torn open and had been eating. Blood dribbled down from his chin. He did not know what to make of this but was seized by great embarrassment. Housewives stood around watching him with paralyzed horror. "Uhh" was all he could say before dropping the meat and fleeing from the store.
The cold air felt good once he stood outside but he had no idea where he was or how he got there. He had no memory of coming here. He frantically scratched at his chest, over his legs, and arms, those blasted scales itched like hell. He could feel them as if they were alive. They were still moving, morphing. What was happening to him?
He caught s
A Pagan Love SongBeneath the mists of a moonlit nightA Pagan Love Song4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
upon the wind your voice calls my name
through a fog of dreams I came,
into the Winter's distant shore beside your firelight,
through Autumn's red-orange, your eyes aglow,
by moon tide boundless the ocean's song
with ancient rhythms which carry us along,
the Great Rite begun, as one our bodies flow,
within another world I see you face,
in sorrow and joy entwined we remain
wandering lost in timeless space,
with a memory like falling drops of rain,
so here in a world forgot shall we stay
and amid the ruins we will greet the day.
The Space Between Your ArmsI want to become lostThe Space Between Your Arms3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
within that space between your arms,
where your heart sings me a song
in the language of the stars,
and the warmth of you
circles around me, seeping down
into my very bones.
I can close my eyes,
just breathe in the scent of you
and know that caught between
the asurety of your embrace,
solidness of your body
I can let go of everything.
You become my shield
from the world,
this will be my paradise,
my here and forever,
I would just sink down
farther into you.
Dracula's BrideShe trembledDracula's Bride4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death forever was calling her name,
she fears him and will always ask
what fated her to choose him,
when he smiles she shivers
from the inside vibrating out along
her spine, and when he touches her
she melts into his embrace
hypnotized she will take his hand,
willingly, thrillingly, deliriously
she follows into his afterlife
and her heart bleeds
into his darkness.
My Last WordsI venture forthMy Last Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the next life
bound no more to this body
I bid thee to grieve not
nor shed tears of sorrow & remorse
For where the wind blows
I will be present
Where the rain falls
I will be there
From the Earth I came
to the Earth I shall return.
Live! Love! Be Content!
Demon InsideWill you love the demonDemon Inside3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inside me? I know there is a darkness
in my soul that sinks down into the abyss,
and my heart beats callously.
I cannot pretend to be an angel,
I don't aspire for Sainthood,
I never have presumed that I was good,
and never sought to be better than this.
Will you tremble at the sight of me?
Revile within the truth of me,
do I repulse you so?
Or might you glimpse something
beyond all the insanity,
can you see past the nightmares
of my dreams?
Understand I am not seeking
to be saved, I don't want to be led
astray from my twisted path.
Don't come to me if you believe
you can purify my soul,
but I want your willingness
to dare to enter the labyrinth with me.
We could learn to destroy each
other beautifully, we will not live
in petty lies, and falsetto hopes.
Our lives may derail in time,
but they will be entirely ours,
the wreckage of truth which
refuses to be denied.
Do you have enough
faith in yourself to risk
all your safety ground,
for the perilous position
Becoming Your GoddessYou have sculptor's handsBecoming Your Goddess7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and my flesh becomes the clay
within your touch, as you
shape my Willendorf curves
I become your Venus.
Hold me now like your
Persephone, who wavers
upon the precipice of this life
and the netherworld, on the verge,
of being ripped away into
eternities of darkness.
Your fingers flirt with harp strings
like sweet Orpheus, speaking
the secret language of my heart,
and I know you would play
the hymns to sing me back
into your arms.
Dreaming Razor BladesI watch my vein pulsingDreaming Razor Blades1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the surface of my skin
and I marvel at how easy
it would be to excavate,
let it bloom into a fount of blood.
Sink my teeth in,
become my own vampire
with no master but the one
we all answer in the end.
Feel your name vibrate
down the back of my throat
with every racing beat of my heart,
until I begin to lose focus
and my head starts to spin
widdershins of the dervish in my mind.
Soon a hush will fall,
all will grow calm,
blackness a warm embrace
and I promise to die
with your name in my final breath
though you will never know why.
Sleep Forever MoreDeath awaited upon her lipsSleep Forever More5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stolen with a kiss,
as red bloomed upon her cheek
for the fire that burned inside,
But her eyes were winter eyes,
brittle, yet hardened with the cold,
they pierced the flesh in a look
which brokered no compromise.
Her skin as white as the pale snow,
so easy to bruise
beneath the least indents left behind,
but she laughed beneath the grave
of leaves, which decayed
around her body.
Fingers rose like shallow roots
to devour precious nutrients
just along the surface of the flesh,
they burrowed in and drank dry
the host like a parasite,
But her smile was a beguile
for it borrowed from the spring,
there was sweetness in her scent
like the air after rain.
She could be in dreams
the beauty fallen from grace,
the damsel in distress,
and sleep forever more
when caught in her embrace
with twining arms of decadence.
Queen of the UnderworldWelcome to my worldQueen of the Underworld9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is no turning back,
the door as closed behind,
and the key is lost in the ether,
take my hand and come with me,
it won't help you to fight,
there is no resistance,
you belong to me,
you should know you are
there can be no escape,
but there is no need to suffer
if you will see me for who I am,
please don't mind my wall
of those poor screaming souls,
they never could accept
that now they must serve me,
and life have long left them devoid,
but there is no need for cruelty
if you will understand
that this is now your home,
just let go of everything
you used to know
and give yourself to me.
SinSensuous dark eyes ariseSin3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silently through midnight veils,
sumptuously emerging to full height,
silver-tongued laughter stimulating
shudders down the spine, like finger caresses,
sky clad nymphs basking beneath his gaze within
shimmering pools of light casting serpentine shadows.
Heretic HeartUpon your tongueHeretic Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the alchemy
that turns iron into gold,
weaving truth into lies
or unspun lies materialize
Your eyes, the philosophers stone,
a vault of ancient knowledge,
which you guard over,
the key locked somewhere
within your soul.
promises rest upon the
edge of your lips
ready to tumble down
into the yawning abyss.
You walk in your own
they will fall at your feet
offering themselves as
your sacrificial martyrs.
You never burn at your
own stake, never nailed
to your own cross,
as the deceiver who walks
in a saviors robes.
And we all confess
our secrets to your ears
so you sore them within
the chalice of your heart
to be transmuted
into your own immortality.
ChastityThe years erode awayChastity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while she remains
imprisoned within her self-
imposed towers, alone,
She may well be a statue
blown from glass for her
fragility, she may shatter
at any moment, a sacrifice
made to touch something
close to perfection.
Barely a thing of flesh
and blood, a withering
Shallot watching life
through shuttered windows.
But even that cursed
maiden was willing to give
it all for one burst of
While her counter-part
like a reflection still trapped
behind the mirror, clings
to a soul sucking purity.
Yet she can never die
because she hasn't
even begun to live.
I Have No AnswersSomething has broken inside,I Have No Answers3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and at times it becomes difficult
to navigate around all the jagged edges,
sharp points, these fragments
of pieces of myself.
In silence I bleed
trying to hide the bloody footprints
so not to leave behind any evidence
which could trace back to you.
I don't want you to slip upon
the weight of my guilt
which belongs to only me
because you were not the one
who wrapped me in razor wire.
I allowed things to escape my control,
and didn't know the things
which should have been said
until it was already too late,
so now all I can do is let myself break.
It was a blow, never intended
which sunk down harder than
could have been predicted
leaving me gasping for air,
and counting teeth in the puddles
I am the one who unraveled the stitches,
pulling them out one by one,
perhaps I wanted the attention
which in the end I was too hesitant
and fearful to ask for.
Maybe it is my shame
to make a Martyr of myself
alone within the darkness
simply hoping you will find
The Language of PainI know the secret language of pain,The Language of Pain3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it doesn't require an audience,
it need not be seen, placed upon show,
a public airing of grievances.
It is an act of intimacy between the self,
and need not leave lasting marks
to prove its existence, it is a whisper
and a scream.
Counting heartbeats against my teeth,
imprints left upon yielding flesh,
how deep can it go before
it is too deep to come back from?
It exhilarates to push the limits
of self-control and what one body
can withstand, this is how I quiet
I like to peel away the layers
of dead skin find the rawness
underneath, it seems so pure and clean.
I shudder at its sudden, exposed
vulnerability, which appears as something
so strange and foreign from me,
I wish to cover it on scars and corruption
and watch it fall away.
I Watch The World BurnI watched the world go up in flamesI Watch The World Burn5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I could only laugh
even as my skin disintegrated into ash
I could only dance.
It was in my eyes all the time
but only now that it is too late
you want to fall on your knees and cry
asking pitifully why?
I will make my bed among the bones
until the very last breath
staring into the bold blazing sky
with one last good-bye.
But you still think you can pick the pieces up
and set things right
yet the time for that has long passed
so we are all in Hell together at last.
And when you ask for God's forgiveness
I sigh at your ignorance
for the gods had nothing to do with it
I stare into your disbelieving eyes
and proclaim my humble sons and daughters
this work was all your own invention.
The Moment I Saw YouIs it possibleThe Moment I Saw You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am destined for the wrong kind of love?
What might await us,
If only you were as willing as I
to possibly lose it all,
I wish blindly to fall into you
I know in truth we may destroy each other beautifully,
but even that would be sweet.
The thought of you is relentless,
is a whisper of love worth the risk
of our death?
Only you can provide the answer,
we may come to damn each other,
but the moment I saw you I knew
I would readily be condemned
if only for a taste of you,
the touch of you.
You have already stole
a part of me away
and I know you would hate the thought,
count is as another of you sins
but I want you to give in
and let us fall to ruins if we must
I Crave YouI crave for youI Crave You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with heated breath
thoughts of you
tumble in my head.
You taunt me so
leaving me wanting
begging with need
while you keep
Just out of reach
all I want is to dig
my nails in and
drag you into me.
I spend while every
nerve beneath my
skin is alive in
awareness of you.
You keep me waiting
dripping in anticipation
uncontained and ready
to throw myself
full force onto you.
Amhran ChroiMy heart is a songAmhran Chroi2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you are it's composer
for no song can live
without a voice to give it breath,
you keep it alive
in the way your fingers
know how to harness the wind
transform it into sound,
I am the vessel,
which gives the notes
you create their melody.
Clockwork LoveI need you nowClockwork Love3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
here by my side
before I utterly lose myself,
I am slipping away
watching my mind
slide right out of my grasp,
I need you to hold me
Your craftsman's hands,
well used, with the smell
of the earth, and girt
they mend things,
I am always on the edge
of breaking, my gears
eroding, I have been careless
in the past but you can fix
all my cogs and wheels,
you keep the keys
which wind my heart
Now, I feel something
beginning to spin off
the hinges, and the tears
I refuse to cry start to rust
I need you now,
to put me back together,
and keep me going
before it all becomes undone.
The Crows in My HeadI try to live with these crows inside my headThe Crows in My Head5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they fly inside me, they are the voices I hear
and through their black eyes they see a world painted red,
in a shower of feathers of anger with no fear.
I know what it must be to live with me
when we are never alone and I cannot be free,
my crows care only for dead things
sanity carried away upon the back of their wings.
UnsaidI want to tell you everythingUnsaid3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but some words adhere to the
back of my throat, and I cannot
unhinge my jaw to speak.
My heart confesses
in the spaces between silence,
but this seems inadequate.
I want to hear the words aloud,
from my lips, against your ear,
sent forth into the ether of the air,
perhaps only then they can truly
dissipate, and become only
flickers of dust easily swept away.
I feel them, like a locust plague
batting against my ribcage,
wanting to devour everything inside,
they asphyxiate me rendering me
powerless to exercise them.
I want to liberate myself,
and yet, I do not know my tongue
to be the instrument which flays
Summer's PassingThe first flush of deathSummer's Passing9 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
burns brightly beyond the pale
a vibrant shudder
followed by soft hues of grey
winter lingers on the verge.
I Am DarknessDarkness inside of meI Am Darkness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness beside me
so they tell me
that sin becomes me
Darkness surrounds me
Darkness around me
what choice do I have
when their faith is only
Darkness commands me
Darkness beseech me
where all hope is only
a numb illusion
Darkness contorts me
Darkness devour me
when the pain is all
I have to remind me
Darkness walk with me
Darkness hold my hand
when you are all
Scentless RoseMy love is a roseScentless Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of all thorns,
a scentless flower,
I am a stormy gray day,
of heavy clouds
only with bleak misery,
ready to descend.
At rare moments
I might appear
my love can be found
in all the old photographs,
yellowed around the edges,
smiles starting to fade,
I know I am a cracked vase,
of little use,
no longer a water bearing urn,
no more for holding
but gathering dust,
where spiders dwell.
A deteriorating fresco
my colors do not shine,
and I exude an atmosphere
of dungeon dampness,
with cold stone floors.
My love is an artifact
forgotten in attics,
while I gather mothballs
living only within shattered
memories and broken dreams.